The man looks at the mirror
He seems himself - whatever self means
he needs a drink, but what will quench his thirst
milk, no
gin, yes
vermouth, yes
tasty mix = martini
three olives
there are many ways to find drink in this town
heathens!
don't close your eyes
man, the service sucks here
the drink has not been ordered
shall i wait for her to ask?
or should i get the attention of another's gaze?
tanqueray never fails or else the riddle makes no sense
the thirst, my god, the thirst
fiend for the medicine
Quinn at my doorstep
close one eye and look upon the world,
see what they see
hallucination memory
no click. pose. cut.
you're on the runway
and China has a cameo
what else can you say to that
except that you fall off the runway at the final step
tumble, down, fall, faceflat, above ground.
the crowd, it yelps, questioning if what has been even existed
no one knows because everyone's drunk and reminiscing parties,
Oh god no! I've stumbled into a hedonist group fest. I can't see.
Anything as I run. The faster I run, the louder the music gets,
until i piss myself
then I wake up in a field, looking at the stars, lying in pig shit
crying to myself.
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