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Alcohol (Other) by tisa7

Vomite in your hair clammy cold skin shaking with sweat all about the clang of your neckalace against that large metal pot sickness increased by the spinning of your world the regret for in the morning when the sun is bright and you dont want the light

Ranger 22-Jun-07/2:10 AM
A good friend of mine got utterly wrecked one night but woke up the next morning feeling fine. Due to the laws of equilibrium, his housemate, who had not touched a drop all night, got the hangover by proxy. True story. Even the god of alcohol seems to enjoy a laugh.




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