These drunkenly and obviously oblivious and deliciously expressive imbeciles really shouldn’t drink til their minds touch the centre-of-the-ceiling anymore .
Champagne glasses snarled together yet again AND smashed both angrily and breathlessly against one another
AND at a pace of decidedly prioritised alcoholism. Mind-prison? Hardly ever. Mind- prism, rather. Except for, perhaps, immediately right About now
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There are a million/and/one antagonised and Marvellous multiplications of people carrying with them… …
the brand new-year upon wishful wings and it does TEND to feel ALL KINDS
Of goaded by something.. and garrulous, AND nAtUrAlLY pensively invested – –
As we watch and walk and wind our married minds RIGHT THE WAY UP entirely until…
Left: comfortable-and-comatose ALL IN 1GO!!
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