Always alone, 5-6 times a year. With others my tourettes run free and i get in trouble. Big trouble. Can handle one beer glass of wine with others. Learned the hard way.
My pain is sharp and constant... My reflection is no connection to myself... I do not wish for a better world for anyone... I want to inflict my pain on to others... This realization does not bring me any closer to understanding myself... As I drink the devil's piss I can hear him laughing as he spreads his wings...
when I was a puppy after collage. I went to England and after months of dodgy digs. I found myself living with a wealthy divorce. She came home one night and I was having the first sip of some Irish whiskey I bought a month earlier at duty free. I had barly had 1/2 a shot sipping it and she came home and was mortified I was drinking alone.... We finished off the bottle and both called in sick the next day. I find repeatedly that drinking alone I drink less. Anyway Our hangover day was fun we went to Canterbury cathedral and stonedhenged.....
This is the music of my deepest soul, even deeper than White Zombie's La Sexorcisto, and you know how fast they can go. These young punks, show-offs with the wild music. Like this Lynch kid, show-off with "The Pink Room"! We got rooms, too! But seriously: DOPE! Thank you Thergothon1 for posting this FWWM sequence (which is the best).
