drunk

In a drunken ramble, I must ask... has the whole world changed? Everyone has changed except us. Everyone is obsessed with babies and marriage and glamour. Please excuse me, I am so drunk that I am having to deliberate over these words for an eternity in order to type them... but it is a Sunday night and no one is around... everyone is busy scrubbing their floors... hanging the hooks in their fucking bathroom doors... the life we live is not conceivable to them... they cannot even imagine spending a Sunday alone, reading, listening to music, watching films... they would be fucked if they had to spend even one hour of a Sunday alone. They They They They They They They... everyone... the motherfuckers who are unaware that an iceberg has more than the tip that sticks out above the water.
Beer, wine, tequila... that is the true Sunday church... that is the true worship. Celine, Bukowski, Jawbreaker, Bad Religion... what the fuck is everyone else doing? They are all out looking cool, showing off their babies and their partners and their cars and their houses. We continue as we are... we simply continue. They cannot message, they cannot chat, they cannot call, they cannot speak, they cannot breathe, they cannot think... for their partner is nearby and listening and observing and judging and controlling. We must forge on in this human fog... hoping that someone will find freedom and be able to speak. Until they find voice, we are alone, we are drunken and inspired by music they have never heard... inspired by words they have never read... inspired by films they have never seen. We are alone... we are alone... we are alone until the end.
Fuck them all.

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