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Empty Bottle (Revised)
I keep an old bottle of Vodka in my freezer, for nights just like this.
Sometimes my mind gets flustered and frantic. After I've been in the house too long, or watched far too much television, it groans with the need for expression.
On too many occasions, I have no outlet to offer, so I take a sip of my cold, dry vodka. It burns my throat, makes mist out of my thoughts. Drys away the passion.
At times I long to see the bottom of that bottle. To see what the end of my escapes looks like. I long for a day without restlessness, without the inability to fulfill my need to express.
Show me an empty bottle, and you shall see a man expressed.
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| An interesting take on drinking that you don't see very often. Although, as I'm reading, I can actually buy what your saying. Nice job. |
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A man expressed? as in expressed out of the bottle or would that only occur to women who breastfeed?
Anyway, nice vocab and a good read. Honest. |
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A man expressed? as in expressed out of the bottle or would that only occur to women who breastfeed?
Anyway, nice vocab and a good read. Honest. |
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A man expressed. Is that like the end of an adventure? Or a journey's end? Perhaps the end of an escape? Whatever it's a profound thought.
Aside from a few grammatical glitches, I enjoyed this piece. |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-28 16:17
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| perfect irony here- a man expressive about inability to express- dish out some more- love irony. |
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