Eden Mac Cionaoith (
eiremagic) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-03-02 12:35 pm
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Everyone done with this sand shite?
Any word on what the fuck exactly that crap was?
Fuuuuuck. How about next time we just all sit in the Glass City and get drunk, yeah?
Any word on what the fuck exactly that crap was?
Fuuuuuck. How about next time we just all sit in the Glass City and get drunk, yeah?

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And if we don't like to drink?
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I wander in a tipsy swoon;
I run and drink the air I skim…
[He's imprisoned and heavily drugged. Ignore his weirdness. Unless you want poems in praise of booze :|]
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Although I'm not the author of the poem, so I suppose Monsieur Thueuriet ought to be thanking you...
Happily, he's dead...
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And all those happy are dead...
[And he is so very insane. Meds notwithstanding.]
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Let's just move on to the liquor.
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