it really doesn't get fuzzy / hazy... it just gets fizzy, all too much encouraging to explore the symptom, with a comparison, to a ******* ******* (i love the word protruding, so i'm going to attaché it in the sentence).

when you start drinking prior
to noon...
       it becomes really hard to
make something of an afternoon...
you're seriosully begging
for a 10 p.m.
  to go to the supermarket
        and fill up on your desire
        for dragon breath's worth of fuel;
by the time 6 p.m. comes around...
it's a comparison-case (similie)
of sniffing a wet,
         and shaggy piece of dog-meat,
that can't bark... or growl...
  but whimpers;
   corrective:  ******* poodles:
      cry on me? ooh ooh pooh?
               i'll **** you like i'd **** a rat...
with a *stick! thump! over the head;
it's hardly a heart attack...
   but sure as hell is the brain starting to
ooze out some blood that belongs
to the formulation of the texan chair
       (electric)....
                    oh yeah, yeah... the giggles.
texan chair... but what?
             ah... the louisiana baptist choir!