I am aggressive. I need to burn this floor down. Bottle. Sip. Muzzle. Bottle. Sip. Guzzle. Bottle. Hey! The drinks are flowing. There is no air to breathe. The background is frizzy and I can see only colours. I become anime faced. Aggressive. Sobriquet. Aggressive. Adrenaline rush. I move. There is no familiarity. World is zooming past like an art of splashing paint. I am high. There is weed around. I smoke. I exhale. I smoke. I become a slayer. No limits here. I sprinkle holy water on the vampire. I am unstoppable. These last for seconds and then continues with no intervals. I develop this alter ego which is narcissist to the core and has a care a damn attitude. I am Caesar. I am shit. Bottle. Sip. Muzzle.
I meet my reflection. It stares me. I start dripping. His hair is wild and he looks feisty. I need some time off. I pound. I follow the path to infinity and self consciousness and I need no familiarity around.There is some whispering occurring and it sounds as if there is a tinkle of bells of the faintest volume. I am too busy to hear it and continue my exhilaration. The drinks have sloshed me down and I have become selfish. I see some living beings gesturing at me, but I ignore. I swing. Bottle. Sip. Guzzle. I look at myself. I am drenched with loneliness. I close my eyes.
Hate, Anger, Love, Confusion, Pain and Kindness emanate out of my body. They initiate with immense intensity that it makes my body warm. I mutter a silent prayer. I sip again. This time the world helps me drip oodles of feelings from me. The universe seems a bit unwelcome but I dance with no regrets. Embarrassment walks past me like an old friend. I gesture at him. He seems unnerved. It gives me confidence. I continue. There is dim lights around. They dance faint crimson, blood and then again crimson and blood. They laugh at me. I ask for another round. The waiter wears a monster's busby which is no less like a villain's armour. I signal at him and he understands. He brings me the magic of anti-dote in a jiffy. I drink this shot sans salt. Bitches around. Ain't 100 motherfuckers tell me anything. I relieve emotions from myself. A bitch walks by. Her cleavage are tempting and perfect. I call for freedom. I increase my tempo and the floor hi five's me. He does not pity me. I sneer. Fuck! I am who I am. Lets Go! I am hungry and I look around. Pretty girls now for I need some fast snickers - snackers. I quieten my pangs. I console to myself, "I need my animal instincts man!". I move in a sickening fashion. The waitress smiles at me and I take it in an encouraging stride. I think. The waitress, the woman with delicious bosom and finally my shots flicker as my true friends. Bottle. Sip. Muzzle. I am Caesar. I am shit. The music is deafening and House. The singles thwart my consciousness with zing and zaniness. I become dandy. Bottle. Sip. Guzzle. I move in an element with the beats. They are roaring with an abnormal paradox. There is enough room for being in a trance and moving ugly hair. I smoke. I exhale. The environment changes to colours of torture, infidelity and hopelessness. I smile.
I try to amalgamate my thoughts. But I am in a different mood together. There is no time for pain. It seems like an immorality. There are plastic men with faces of disjointedness and painful memories calling me to join them, they seem exited; but I roll out my animal face at them. They get intimidated and call me for another night. They are well aware for the fact that they are my only company. They are none other than sides of me. I shake my head in disgust. There is agony, delusion and convulsion. I muster courage for a rematch but they are far too cunning. Pain is lurking in an attic above banging soft thuds as if to remind me that I am in an fake reality of my own misery. I try to forget but my pace slows. I do not know why. My legs sneer at me and whisper, "You dug your own grave brother". I want to embrace pain, but there are those shots calling me. The anime face returns. I regain my split - personality. I become my alter ego. It is fierce and bold. He spills no sign of loneliness, pain and recognition. I become a two man army. He feels at home. But an inner voice whispers doubts that produces obscurity of running debt with him and I think, perhaps this is temporary. I ignore it in a timely fashion but I handle with lack of lustre. I surrender to selfishness and boredom.They entangle me slowly with open arms and I dwell into the darkness which is kind to me. I hallucinate my own crucifixion.
I meet my reflection. It stares me. I start dripping. His hair is wild and he looks feisty. I need some time off. I pound. I follow the path to infinity and self consciousness and I need no familiarity around.There is some whispering occurring and it sounds as if there is a tinkle of bells of the faintest volume. I am too busy to hear it and continue my exhilaration. The drinks have sloshed me down and I have become selfish. I see some living beings gesturing at me, but I ignore. I swing. Bottle. Sip. Guzzle. I look at myself. I am drenched with loneliness. I close my eyes.
Hate, Anger, Love, Confusion, Pain and Kindness emanate out of my body. They initiate with immense intensity that it makes my body warm. I mutter a silent prayer. I sip again. This time the world helps me drip oodles of feelings from me. The universe seems a bit unwelcome but I dance with no regrets. Embarrassment walks past me like an old friend. I gesture at him. He seems unnerved. It gives me confidence. I continue. There is dim lights around. They dance faint crimson, blood and then again crimson and blood. They laugh at me. I ask for another round. The waiter wears a monster's busby which is no less like a villain's armour. I signal at him and he understands. He brings me the magic of anti-dote in a jiffy. I drink this shot sans salt. Bitches around. Ain't 100 motherfuckers tell me anything. I relieve emotions from myself. A bitch walks by. Her cleavage are tempting and perfect. I call for freedom. I increase my tempo and the floor hi five's me. He does not pity me. I sneer. Fuck! I am who I am. Lets Go! I am hungry and I look around. Pretty girls now for I need some fast snickers - snackers. I quieten my pangs. I console to myself, "I need my animal instincts man!". I move in a sickening fashion. The waitress smiles at me and I take it in an encouraging stride. I think. The waitress, the woman with delicious bosom and finally my shots flicker as my true friends. Bottle. Sip. Muzzle. I am Caesar. I am shit. The music is deafening and House. The singles thwart my consciousness with zing and zaniness. I become dandy. Bottle. Sip. Guzzle. I move in an element with the beats. They are roaring with an abnormal paradox. There is enough room for being in a trance and moving ugly hair. I smoke. I exhale. The environment changes to colours of torture, infidelity and hopelessness. I smile.
I try to amalgamate my thoughts. But I am in a different mood together. There is no time for pain. It seems like an immorality. There are plastic men with faces of disjointedness and painful memories calling me to join them, they seem exited; but I roll out my animal face at them. They get intimidated and call me for another night. They are well aware for the fact that they are my only company. They are none other than sides of me. I shake my head in disgust. There is agony, delusion and convulsion. I muster courage for a rematch but they are far too cunning. Pain is lurking in an attic above banging soft thuds as if to remind me that I am in an fake reality of my own misery. I try to forget but my pace slows. I do not know why. My legs sneer at me and whisper, "You dug your own grave brother". I want to embrace pain, but there are those shots calling me. The anime face returns. I regain my split - personality. I become my alter ego. It is fierce and bold. He spills no sign of loneliness, pain and recognition. I become a two man army. He feels at home. But an inner voice whispers doubts that produces obscurity of running debt with him and I think, perhaps this is temporary. I ignore it in a timely fashion but I handle with lack of lustre. I surrender to selfishness and boredom.They entangle me slowly with open arms and I dwell into the darkness which is kind to me. I hallucinate my own crucifixion.
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