Living on a go-go in a moony love town and a whirl of ever pleasurable commotion is always present in my head. Dancing, prancing, loving and kissing everybody I meet. This is happiness; the buzz in my head is the pinnacle of all happy feeling. Ah, the elation of intoxication. Where to now, Al-Wanderer of the Earth and the Moon and the Stars and the Skies, and what’s and why’s? Where are you off to now, Al-Drunk-Like-Shit, my friend of countless puke-ings, and fellow discoverer of uncovered manholes?
Holy Mammoth Mammary! Another one!
Where are you? Where the hell did he go? Oh, well…
The Druid has knowledge of a potion
The most potent magic concoction
A beaming face, a smile, a wink
Says he – I’ll give you a special drink.
I take a swig of ambrosia from a green bottle
Ho-Ho-Ho and a full throttle-
Onward, Sweet May, onward and on
As my heart forgets the one before you gone.
And how it works, in every vein
Now rising in fumes up to my brain
Two starlit eyes, one slipping tongue
A heart proclaimed as ever young.
In virgin places ne’er before been
I travel the worlds of In-Between.
Thus giddily I deeper sink
Into the magic of the Druid’s drink.
Glory be to all mankind!
There is puke and then there is puke. One kind that you actually wait for and the other you for which you wait and wait and wait. Like him, standing there, head in a shit hole, grabbing onto the edge where many an asses sat, shat. He waits for it to pour out him, torrents of peace. It won’t come so easy.
First there is going to be that sickening feeling, of something gooey and warm, of something alive inside, going round and round, everywhere in your digestive tract. Up, up, up, out, out, please. You could die, you could kill, and just fucking get it out of me. No more drinking, ever, moron. Never going to touch alcohol in my bloody life. Then it happens.
Phwack! And peace splattered all over the loo. You feel as if the eyes are going to pop right out your skull. Pushing, pushing, out mother-fucking peanuts! Doesn’t matter if you graze the pipe on your way out. Phwack! Peace, God, peace and I’m never going to drink again, ever.
PS. Brush your teeth at least twice a day or they will rot.