Still standing and happy to avoid all sense of contrary circumstance, he asks for an eager whisper placed invaluably against his tilted earpiece. A man of magnified bewilder and thunderous angst – who will, time again, fill his distressed and dilapidated body with endless bouts of copious bottles of dancing alcohol; thinking, what might the face of the following day bring ?
Perhaps an entirely separate concoction of sadness and survival.. and placed medicinally against
That of the strength Of a wild-hearted dancing guitar-string