I see beauty where there’s ugliness, and in beauty I notice the ugly.
You may not believe this but I’ve never blacked out or been so drunk that I could not remember what happened.
once I was working in a restaurant and I was leaving for Greece.
The staff decided to take me out that night and proceeded to buy me shots.
I must have had every kind of shot they liked…all mixed.
They had to carry me to my door later that night, and I went in and just dropped, spent the night there, on the floor before my front door…then I woke up at some point - had to go to the bathroom - and could not get to it on time and shat all over myself. I was really fucked.
I was spiting out bile…yellow and green and I thought I was going to die that day.
Yet…not one thing did I forget. In fact I recall perceiving myself and how pathetic I looked as they carried me to the door.
Never had sambuca nor tequila after that. Took me 6 months to have hard liquor.
Yeah, I’m like that… most times I just don’t bother looking up, but sometimes I’m in the mood to look up and then I catch jokes from passers by. …some days lovin life, other days… meh.
What do you mean by that?
What beauty do you see in the ugly, and what ugly do you notice in the beautiful?
I got quite fixated on rusting old Orient Express engines a few years ago… there’s even an Orient Express graveyard where they go to die… like what elephants do. When I was young, I wanted to run away with the circus, but my mother wouldn’t let me… she said “don’t you dare”. It’s not that I wasn’t happy at home, but more about thinking that that life would be much more fun… like in the movies. I got to hang out with the circus folk though, when the circus and funfair were in Town… I mainly hung out with da clowns, but only for a very short while. Send in the clowns
I have a massive aversion to elephants and lions though… they’re f’ing pricks.
…and yet you lived to tell the tale, to me. perhaps it was meant to be.
Tequila makes me cray… sambucca makes me bae, lol… I don’t like tequila, it doesn’t make me happy lol
It’s a huge dopamine rush that breaks some mental barriers, probably involves changing the brain chemistry in the process.
It might only be fully impactful during post-adolescence, 14-24, I haven’t experienced since age 28.
It feels kind of orgasmic, except it’s extended for a mating season, for a few months. It deeply impresses memories relating to the romantic partner, triggering protective instincts.