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-Last night I got pretty drunk and then smoked a joint and got very high,
-bringing me to the otherworldly state of crossfadia. Let me describe the scene.
-
-[...] pours a double shot of tequila and some margarita mix into a salt rimmed
-coffee mug. Why a coffee mug? There were only four cocktail glasses. Why
-cocktail glasses? There were no margherita - wait, how do you spell that?
-Fuckin hell I'm looking it up. Mike Alpha Romeo Golf Alpha Romeo India Tango
-Alpha. M A R G A R I T A. Got it. There were no margarita glasses. The cocktail
-glasses were pretty easy to rim with salt - salt, a little water, a pyrex
-because the plates are in the dishwasher, then roll inwards. The coffee mug -
-my coffee mug, by the way, the black one that has a weird handle - did not
-behave so well. Eventually there was enough salt on it to haunt a sailor and so
-a double shot of tequila and some margarita mix went in. Are you sure you don't
-want to add a little more tequila?
-
-[...]: I already pour heavy-handidly, Trin.
-
-That's true. I tried the margarita and I thought it was pretty good, I liked
-how the salt complemented the bitterness of the alcohol. Everybody else slowly
-tried theirs and remarked upon how awful their drinks were. But they can't
-handle their alcohol anyway.
-
-[...]: Hey, do you wanna try tequila shots?
-
-For lack of limes: I balled my left fist and, with the ring of my index finger
-and thumb parallel to the floor, [...] put about three or four drops of lime
-juice (from a bottle) on the flat part of my fist at that angle, told me to rub
-it on the skin, not to rub it /in/ or anything but just to spread it around to
-give it more surface area. Alright. It added salt. [...] poured heavy-handidly
-again; a single for my friend, a double for me. Alright. We - what order was it
-in again? - I think we licked the lime-and-salt, then took the shots.
-
-[...]: You took that shot like a champ. Unfazed.
-
-It's easy to seem good at drinking when you had so much bitter coffee as a kid
-- real battery acid sort of coffee. "Good" at drinking, says the almost-
-alcoholic. Not really. I've never found it difficult to function for my desire
-for Russian Fire-Water (in this case, though, I believe it was Spanish) but I
-sure act like an alcoholic according to some of my friends. Perhaps I'm just
-silly.
-
-No, no, I'm not even drunk yet - and I wasn't. But I would be. The shots hadn't
-hit quite yet. Still, I had two more. Then all six hit me like a Japanese train
-hits yet another suicidal pedestrian. Honk honk!
-
-I fell to the ground. Under my control, of course. I simply wanted to feel the
-gravity. It felt great.
-
-[...]: You're drunk.
-
-No, I said, getting to my feet and perching a magnificent flamingo pose, I am
-quite agile, like a shit software development cycle. I'm zen.
-
-[...]: Uh huh.
-
-Then we went out and [...] and I smoked two joints, one each, and during that I
-realized I became crossfaded and got really horny and started hitting on faer
-and fae put a cigarette out on me which we both knew I would really like, and
-now the burn is a cute blister on my arm.
-
-Then we went in and I don't quite remember the rest except that I probably
-didn't have sex (speaking for myself; it would have been fine if I did, but I'm
-glad I didn't because it would have probably not been that great) because I
-woke up in the living room on the futon at about god-knows-when in the morning
-with a trickle of dawn light eeking through the blinds and Pop Tart wrappers on
-the living room table - two of them. No, three. Plus an empty bottle of Moxie
-for which [...] was gonna suck me off.
-
-A fox was drinking out of the tap, so I let it, and it left and I filled my
-coffee mug with water and drank it and it tasted like the margarita mix still.
-
-: the last burger work poetry for now
-
-you could say I'm from somewhere or so
-halfway between anywhere and none at all
-blissfully ignorant of mortal concerns
-head made of metal with nothing left to learn
-
-2024-08-06
-
-it's been some time since I've loved
-been such a long time with no one
-waiting a long time in this brush
-I'm surviving on an island
-lovin' ain't findin' me
-hopin' ain't findin' me
-searchin' ain't gettin' me
-out of my misery
-
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 It's the wee hour of the morning, nearly 0333 in my time zone. I'm hunched over
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-And now 2100, a sleep, a day, and two four six shots since. I'm adding a note
-here: One Step Beyond, by Madness, rocks.
-
-I am considerably drunk so now is a good time to write. About what, though, I
-don't know. I just hit my Escape key probably fifty times trying to Escape from
-INSERT mode only to realize I was in NORMAL mode after the first hit. God, I
-love vi(1).
-
-[...]: you should write about Moxie. You should write about drinking Moxie
-       after an amazing run of drunk sex. Have you ever had drunk sex?
-
-I've not quite had drunk sex, except one time after playing strip poker, though
-we were both somewhat sober by the end of it.
-
-[...]: You and [...]?
-
-Yeah.
-
-[...]: You should write about on-line friends. The experience of having on-line
-       friends.
-
-Alright, I'll write about on-line friends. What is there to write about? I'm
-living with most of them. On-line friends... now off-line friends. Meatspace.
-Of all my on-line friends I've fucked a couple, some way or another. I feel
-like Bukowski. I love sex, though. It's fun. It's a connection. Maybe I should
-write about sex.
-
-So how do I feel about sex? I've had sex a lot more times than I've cum during
-sex. Sex hurts in a good way, the biting. Sex is a jumbled frenzy, a soft free-
-for-all, a terrible blue whale in the ocean to admire from afar and hunt
-forever. Sex is a smooth churning waterfall, a soft boiled egg. Sex is a
-poached egg. It feels so good, so so good, amazing, fatty and protein and sweet
-and amazing and then it ends and it was just an egg. How the hell did an egg
-feel so good? Because it was sex, dumbass.
-
-[...]: xenofem.me users cannot convince anyone that they've actually had sex.
-
-That's true.
-
-I stare at everyone's asses. My enemies, my friends, my lovers, my
-acquaintances. Just looking! I like looking at asses. I've never had
-penetrative sex, no matter me or someone else doing the penetrating. Surely
-someone is pentrating somewhere. What am I talking about? I am drunk.
-
-flags decorate the walls
-some of which i am
-some of which i am not
-the calendar decorates the wall
-i'm on it
-my work is on it
-i'm married to my work
-my bitch wife
-i beat her
-i come into her,
-i treat her like shit,
-i smoke, i drink,
-i fuck her,
-i eat too much ice cream
-i fucking hated my job
-i left her
-she's gone
-i think about her
-how my fingers worked
-slowly dissecting her
-my work carving into her,
-chopping her up
-i get paid
-prostitution
-what does it matter
-we all have to eat
-
-[...]: Holy bingle. 
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