Being drunk. Intoxicated. Toxic through your veins that would be. Like getting smacked over the head with a guitar and then being asked to play it with mittens on. It's incredible how everything becomes acceptable as soon as the music plays, the blunt sound of cans and glasses and cans and cans, it's the perfect excuse. But man, is there any choice but being in that one gear: GO. What is there at all to want if you are not allowed to let yourself go for a minute, for an hour, for an evening... or a week? Boundaries, expectations, plans and chains and plans and plans. Let me let go. Plans and cans, I'm a fucking poet.
4/11/11
Adventures pt. 3 - Let me let go
Being drunk. Intoxicated. Toxic through your veins that would be. Like getting smacked over the head with a guitar and then being asked to play it with mittens on. It's incredible how everything becomes acceptable as soon as the music plays, the blunt sound of cans and glasses and cans and cans, it's the perfect excuse. But man, is there any choice but being in that one gear: GO. What is there at all to want if you are not allowed to let yourself go for a minute, for an hour, for an evening... or a week? Boundaries, expectations, plans and chains and plans and plans. Let me let go. Plans and cans, I'm a fucking poet.
