After a morning of drinking

It's time for
“the phoenix bird rises from the ashes at 1:00 in the morning.”
You got so drunk last night, you ended up describing the style of your pants.
You were sitting there looking at the holes in your jeans.
That's why you got so drunk you almost died, stupid?

Are purple veins on your arms a good price for that kind of enlightenment?
Maybe for a different kind of enlightenment, but you were looking at your pants.
You're a famous fashion designer maybe?
You didn't even get to take them off in the end.
Ouija, you're my mom maybe?

The roads we take, yeah.
Arrival point, you reached it yesterday.
Substance Alcohol is the road to the human in man,
not the other way around, oddly enough.
To hell with them, these guides.
I know the difference in action, I used to be a friend of mushrooms.
This road away from the mundane takes you pretty far, by the way.
It's all about the dose,
you have to calculate your weight of fifty kilos of alcohol with a dropper, not bottles.
Otherwise.
I get it, I'm not interested in pants styles either.

Well, in the human realm, we are
at the culmination of the world's nightmare.
And behind one nightmare, there's probably always another nightmare.
And by following the spirit of alcohol,
you've decided to make this nightmare even worse by being close to the human?
What am I gonna do? I still have a few bottles left.
Looks like we should turn back.


It's a bad influence of Charles Bukowski's novels in general.
He was actually doing something else useful with his life.
This useful work is far more destructive to women than to men.
But women are kept as far as possible in ignorance of this,
Imbuing her with the idea that she is a love slave
and a sexy nymphomaniac with a notebook of her victories.
He had nothing to lose by this, on the contrary.
I think equality in this regard is misplaced in this area.

How many drops now?
The whiskey glass at the bottom is the cost of this idea.
Thank you, Mr. Whiskey, I think that's a very valuable idea.

It's no use at all saying it in your native tongue.
I can't in a foreign language, my thoughts are too long.
How about if you formulate them in English and they finally get shorter?
You swore by the way.
Yes? I don't remember.
I have a short memory every day in the morning.

Poems I knew long ago are available at a moment's notice,
At the snap of a finger,
And the ones I've learned recently I have to recall.
Remembering is an unpleasant, unnatural act - slips a turn.
I don't know. I'm not a professor of brain science.
Just stop writing these poems and get busy.

Knowing is when one word learned is more valuable than thousands of words.
It's the gift of the humanity of alcohol in small doses.
Don't be ungrateful.
Don't say I know till gotta get out of mind.
Don't be so literal.
That's what I'm saying.
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We with cat Munky would be go walked now
If he would be live.
You lost him mood.
Find it again.
So short text cut thought.
Good.
A fatum for all uncarrers native a language are be in look as idiot.
It’s do throubly for you?
No.