why i enjoy being drunk so much...
if my thoughts were many different colors of paint.
take the paint and dab many dots all around a blank surface that would be my brain.
cover it in a chaotic mess overlapping and cluttering everything.
then take a brush which would be the alcohol and swirl and swish all the paint.
into one blurry slick mess.
thats why.
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