who the **** dares to write sober? you only write on some form of intoxication... i can't believe there's a need to write when sober... when sober? you talk... you don't write... there's no need to write when sober... there's sure enough need to think, and perhaps talk... but writing? leave that to the intoxicated; unless your're an eager scribbler, and can usher out 30 volumes of harlequin novels; then you might as well be dubbed a blacksmith, of itchy fingers' worth of taking to nibble at using a hammer; as a spartan might have said: gentiles... athenians... the same glut; oh ****... you'll be searching for an acute and a slavic "o" in the last word i mentioned, prior to the semi-colon, akin to asking for an actute u... to rephrase a case of omega.*

most of the time, when i read something,
and realise: you were sober?!
   **** me!
                          i was drunk when
i wrote my ****, and took myself seriously
when being sober, as in...
       well... i.e. not bumping into
fellow pedestraisns.
                       sober opinions are scary;
tear jerking... like dicing an onion.