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I wonder how many drinks a day it would take to get one of those big red drunk-noses you see on old guys. How many drinks would it take just to get a few broken blood vessels on the nose and cheeks. Five scotches a day? Three stiff high-balls? A few beers after work?

Neil

CLICK

It is an obvious kind of ecstasy, the electrical switch. Strong copper contacts poised motionless over those two lengths of lifeless wire, imposing a certain safety in detachment until

that quarter second white light orgasm of instant connection - mindless, wordless, thoughtless energy suddenly given purpose, suddenly rejuvenated, suddenly alive

these      words      born.

-Vagabond Jim

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The fuzz, the haze of the wine just took the edge off my anger. For as hard as I'd tried to communicate with her, she still didn't/couldn't/wouldn't comprehend where I was coming from. Ah shit. I suppose it's time to try again. I wish it weren't. No energy, y'know?