Worst day! I got drunk at about 11am, fell asleep around 2pm. Woke up at 6pm and didn't know where I was. Im shattered, in more ways than one. I see bleeding on the walls, puddles in the sink. Im bored and wild, and on a mission of inebreation. Drink is my God, the flow is my Satan.
I got tattooed only to feel more pain. But tattoo pain doesn't hurt. Never can hurt an ogre of delight.
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