I am drunk
On the warmth of the sun
And hot Jack Daniels.
My skin has felt the caress
Of that star's stinging rays
And my mind has become that
Softly buzzing puddle that Jack inspires.
My tan lines and liver failure
Will tell a great story to those
Who live on after me.

They will show my adoration of the mother star
And my devotion to the deity that is whiskey.

My kissed skin and pickled organs make me what I am.

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I am but a mad girl,
And you have taken my love song!
He is real, I assure you.
But my reality,
Flawed and inarticulate,
Makes questionable my answers
Rather than answerable to my questions.
I am but a mad girl
And you have taken my voice, dear Madam,
And created a world of flame and fancy!
My love song must be less
For surely I must be less.
Please madam, pity the poor mad girl
And relinquish my soul
So that the seraph and seraphim
Can once again bring my love to fruition.

I love you now, my sweet honeybee
When your collector is full of pollen.
I'll love you then, my lovely hummingbird
When your bright, buzzing wings have fallen.

I loved you then, my dear brown buck
When your antlers were still sprouting.
I'll love you forever, my protector, my pet
Unflawed, unending, undoubting.

One sober night
And I can't remember how to interact with others
And I don't think anything's as funny as it was
And I don't think anyone's as interesting as they were.

The world loses its sparkle
And everything is made of dust, not diamonds.
I sit silently
Waiting for anything of importance to happen
But it never does.

Why would I ever stop drinking?

so beautiful
so attentive
so smart
so hairy

not worth the consequences.
he is more important. (?)

(on sober observation
he was still beautiful
and attentive
and smart
and hairy
and he still made me happy
on that warm drunken night.)

(i thought you were supposed to regret?)

sometimes it's really nice
to feel i matter
and to see that people sometimes notice me
occasionally even remember me
and maybe even want to see me again.
the alcohol helps, of course
but it still counts.

sometimes all i need
is a
really
good
night