Ultraviolet light resting in my ice cubes. well I’ve drunk
The drink. Just waiting for it to take effect….
Nope, still not having anything approaching what you might
Call fun.
Instead I do a bit of thinking and observing.
Watching them dance around in their horrible
Dresses, why is it as soon as it comes to going out
Most woman dress so much worse than they do in
The day?
The ultraviolet shows up the flakes, dust n’
Flicks of human skin on my clothes.
Lighting designed to make things look worse?
And all the men dress “smart ,but casual”
Human cloning is possible and here’s the proof!
Biting hard on an ice cube now!
I guess, the first time is fun. When you first
Get drunk, go out dance to terrible music.
But it doesn’t matter, it’s new and your drunk!
And maybe that’s what part of its about, trying
To find the fist time. Looking for adventure in the
Predictable.
When all you really doing is growing your
Gut, destroying you liver, heading towards
A heart attack.
To see this as a thing of youth’s virility
And life.
As it steals those very
Things from you.
Then I think;
Maybe I should stay in more?

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