hangover

a gray heavy rain cloud of pain hangs low inside the crevices of my poor head as if ready to pour rain and wash out whatever memory of the night that passed is left lodged in my neurons. a deep throbbing pain reminds of the sweet-bitterness of the beer washing the chunky peanuts in my throat...what a beautiful discovery of man this beer thing yet so ugly in the rear. i know, nobody said dropping 20 bottles of beer was any beautiful. ugly as shit - shit per se.

ah what the hell, this new blog should do the trick. as has been said, writing frees up repressed feelings. with fingers-crossed and maligned prose, this is my first step.

chill! :p