beer tears

puddle of mudd tries its best to dominate the increasing noise of the bar.
blurry’s chorus screams.

can you take it all away
can you take it all away
well ya shoved it in my face
this pain you gave to me

mind is blurry like the slice of orange drowning on the beer froth of my glass of blue moon.

nelly furtado followed suit. turn off the lights set the mood.
i went to the restroom. there, the audio was better.
happy lights inside me turn themselves off.
i think i see the reflection of the full moon making love with the desert mist by the glass doors.

the bar manager approaches me to verify my age.
age is relative mister manager. i age like wine. the older, the better.

as i sit back on my chair together with the group of young professionals, somebody tries to pull all the beer from my eyes. fuckin painful but i am able to hold it till we reach the car.

the vrooooooooooooooooooooom vrooooooooooom of the car created more clouds that blurred the other senses.

someone dropped me off the bus stop. i left with bitter water streaming from my eyes.
i left the city with blurred senses.


Unknown said...

You write the pain away until you're desensitized. Numb speaks of too much drama; desensitized is ocular trauma, and it fowking rocks! You will be writing happy posts soon. If you don't, well, I guess I have no choice but to enjoy the sufferring.

Apir¹ Bulitz!

¹I should be saying Cheers, but it's already a post about getting smashed anyway.

bulitas said...

hello there momel!

well this was supposed to be posted more than a month ago.

i only found the courage to post this today when it's not that painful anymore.

/wrist. LOL
ang emo. haha

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