tastes like moaning

Red wine.
In a happy way though, reminding me of the Aga days.
GZA. Perfect combination.
What the fuck was today?

Why is the chronic always gone?
Doombar opened.
My back hurts and it's cold. My bed is cold too and i'm fucked off.
I mention alcohol twice here already, however:
I fucking hate alcoholics.
They lie. And always say what they don't mean. And lie. And keep you waiting around.
Smoking all your smoke.
Fucking typical.

Seriously, fuck you.
And also:
Christmas is ridiculous effort so i'm staying in my house and buying myself a fucking tree.

Oh and today was going so well.
Maybe this is a sure sign it wasn't and I should most definitely give the fuck up.

On that particular day, maybe even making that stretch to the entire week- I did give up.
And it went swimmingly well.
Losing control is fab and a completely necessary aspect of life. I listened to pop music and went into Peckham and didn't give a shit.
And managed to empty my mind of at least 3 or 4 or 5 bad things.
I can only remember one of them. Which is good. Isn't it?