...the bottle knows my name...I know where to get close enough to hear it called...

we....me and the bottle,...have this peculiar understanding.

I mean?....it's not as though I am even thirsty!

...once I begin the intoxication adventure, my world inverts with interplanetary force and the emotional whirlpool I flap about in gets sucked into a galactic vortex all immediate and violent and gentle.

I like to drink to 'watch' a single channel in my television head.

I cannot focus on the blurry pantomime of fundaMENTAL daily living...

...not for long

the chemical seduction overtakes my regular habits and becomes my 'ritual'

...once in this condition I appropriate all the management skills I can manifest...into subjugating myself to this 'brand new' experience!

....as though I forgot what happened last time?

my image has transcended...utterly...like a solar flare burns the crap out of anything within 700 thousand miles...

the invitations keep arriving!...I have subdued the black beasts enjoying rambunctious folly in my head!

I accept the invitations....and ARRIVE at my very own party....like an undressed clown released by accident from a despicable little room in a huge asylum!

...the illness soup of liquid dis-satisfaction enters not only my mouth....but my very creation....and determines my fate with such ambivalence!

...it does not ask me to care for it...and expects not even my best qualities...it sees me panic ...from a distance self re-generating..

that bottle

I have one in my hand now

my only intention is to empty it!

INCREDIBLE!