i'm pretty good with words,
ive decided.
what im not good with is words
and alcohol.
we did these leg stretches in yoga (the ones where you lie on your back and use a long belt to pull pain out of the air and into your body) and when you put your stretched leg back down next to the unstretched one, it feels, by comparison, that leg has lost its container. It feels as though it has oozed out of the curvy calf baking pan and is now floating freely with the universe like an orange robe on a monk in the mountain breeze. What all this means, is that my mouth, in its entirety, finds this sensation when im drinking. But the experience is less than peaceful.
Philosophical theory speak should not enter into my conversation when my mouthparts are not working because philosophical theory speak should not ever enter into my conversation. There is a small elephant inside my head these days that asks, "why? what exactly are you learning here? more importantly, what the hell are you talking about? shut up. just shut up, ok? you wonder why people keep away from you at social gatherings? you're strange. i mean, im purple, but you're just fucked."
and its true.
because i'm pretty good with words,
but not while im drinking.
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please do not take yourself seriously. O shit!
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i'm pretty good with dancing but not with doctors.
Kelley likes to tell a story about how, when she was a freshman in college, she felt all cool because she got invited to hang out with the philosophy upperclassmen (and, yes, they were mostly MEN) at the bar. They'd drink beers and philosophize. Kelley was underage, so she just drank coffee. After two or three beers, they weren't saying anything, she says. But then she remembers that even before the beers they weren't saying anything, they just weren't slurring as much.
What's my point? Ain't nobody got shit to say when it comes to philosophizing? Maybe.
Or maybe my point is you're my very favorite person to have a drunk talk with.
Kelley likes to tell a story about how, when she was a freshman in college, she felt all cool because she got invited to hang out with the philosophy upperclassmen (and, yes, they were mostly MEN) at the bar. They'd drink beers and philosophize. Kelley was underage, so she just drank coffee. After two or three beers, they weren't saying anything, she says. But then she remembers that even before the beers they weren't saying anything, they just weren't slurring as much.
What's my point? Ain't nobody got shit to say when it comes to philosophizing? Maybe.
Or maybe my point is you're my very favorite person to have a drunk talk with.
Kelley likes to tell a story about how, when she was a freshman in college, she felt all cool because she got invited to hang out with the philosophy upperclassmen (and, yes, they were mostly MEN) at the bar. They'd drink beers and philosophize. Kelley was underage, so she just drank coffee. After two or three beers, they weren't saying anything, she says. But then she remembers that even before the beers they weren't saying anything, they just weren't slurring as much.
What's my point? Ain't nobody got shit to say when it comes to philosophizing? Maybe.
Or maybe my point is you're my very favorite person to have a drunk talk with.
Kelley likes to tell a story about how, when she was a freshman in college, she felt all cool because she got invited to hang out with the philosophy upperclassmen (and, yes, they were mostly MEN) at the bar. They'd drink beers and philosophize. Kelley was underage, so she just drank coffee. After two or three beers, they weren't saying anything, she says. But then she remembers that even before the beers they weren't saying anything, they just weren't slurring as much.
What's my point? Ain't nobody got shit to say when it comes to philosophizing? Maybe.
Or maybe my point is you're my very favorite person to have a drunk talk with.
Kelley likes to tell a story about how, when she was a freshman in college, she felt all cool because she got invited to hang out with the philosophy upperclassmen (and, yes, they were mostly MEN) at the bar. They'd drink beers and philosophize. Kelley was underage, so she just drank coffee. After two or three beers, they weren't saying anything, she says. But then she remembers that even before the beers they weren't saying anything, they just weren't slurring as much.
What's my point? Ain't nobody got shit to say when it comes to philosophizing? Maybe.
Or maybe my point is you're my very favorite person to have a drunk talk with.
Kelley likes to tell a story about how, when she was a freshman in college, she felt all cool because she got invited to hang out with the philosophy upperclassmen (and, yes, they were mostly MEN) at the bar. They'd drink beers and philosophize. Kelley was underage, so she just drank coffee. After two or three beers, they weren't saying anything, she says. But then she remembers that even before the beers they weren't saying anything, they just weren't slurring as much.
What's my point? Ain't nobody got shit to say when it comes to philosophizing? Maybe.
Or maybe my point is you're my very favorite person to have a drunk talk with.
dude,
your elephant and my elephant are so BFF.
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