Standing here on the edge of this LOFTY CLIFF,   Simply Admiring the "HANDY-WORK" of GOD...   I was Listening to  the Hundreds of Thoughts  "DANCING" thru my mind,  sort of like a Scroll,  so I could  "BACK-TRACK" and consider for  "REVIEW" that which had passed  .    AND..with tears in my eyes  as I thought of all those in NEED,,....  Why not create a NEW-KIND  OF COMPANY,,"made-up" OF  all  kinds of skills ! !                                SO MY *MIND  INVISIONED A  COMPANY , that needed  people  with the following  *SKILLS = ( #1)= A person needed with melodies Racing thru his MIND ,so that couldn't help but "NAUTCH"  from office to office....  (#2)=  A person who wakes  "MOOING"  AND  knows how to use "Neats-Foot-Oil" ...    (#3)= A person to screen all Previous "POLITICIANS"  for their "NAVVIES" *skills....  (#4)= A person  with the ability to teach "LAPIDITY"  to others, so we could  "CUT-DOWN" on use of copy machine...   (#5)= A person to be Director of our Company "PLAY" { party}. Titled  "RETURN OF  CONE-HEADS"  and make sure the  "OBCONIC"  attraction is in a "FULL-POWER"  Position....            These first FIVE ,the company is in  "NEED-OF" pronto ! !_  My thoughts  ,were now  directed to the  "NON-STOP" ringing  of the *APPLICANTS SEEKING JOBS PHONES"  __WOW.....  I'd Better HURRY back to the "CLIFF-EDGE" ..     There Must be THOUSANDS    Seeking to Get these jobs! !   "GOSH"--I BETTER COME -UP with some *NEW-DEPARTMENTS    --- ( let me know if *Y O U * have any Ideas for *NEW-KIND of Jobs!    "I CAN GET BY WITH A "LITTLE" HELP FROM MY FRIENDS"   DO YOU?__HAVE  OPENING TIME FOR FRIENDS  ???

I heard a rumor part of the reason Amy Winehouse died is she abruptly stopped drinking and her body did not adjust well.
  
She harmonized with poison.
She needed this.

Isn't that interesting?
I wonder if a similar rule applies to other poisons.

Let me tell you about the time I got really, really wasted in Spanish class.
The bartender sat directly to my left.
She would give me dopamine bombs with oxytocin shots and serotonin chasers.
She poured me love in a pint glass.

I was drunk every day.

One day the bartender cut me off.

My body did not adjust well.

I harmonized with poison.
I needed this.

But it's okay, I have different flaws now.

I have SSRIs for synapses.
I have whiskey for frontal lobes.
I have potassium cyanide for contemplation.
I have THC for memories of her playing symphonies on heart strings.

Also the guy who sold me these colorful pills is a ******* liar.
Ecstasy feels like those fingertips.

Now every birthday I wish for smiling wrinkles when I'm old.
I'll do with these blisters on my passion and these calluses on my character and if she really is gone I hope sunshine takes it's job back.
I apologize.

Blaming her isn't fair.
I'm just tired of my reflection at the bottom of whiskey neats.

But I do hope she pours sparingly now.

Over-serving is ******* reckless.