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Happy hour (Other) by flatliner

I sit at the alter paying homage to the liquid gods. My prayers are halted when my bottle sings to me as it transforms to glittering shards. I have a fleeting thought on how to reclaim my mistakes as they course the ruts of the lacquered wood.

Nicholas Jones 12-Oct-02/6:04 AM
Sounds like you had a good night. Hope you're not too hungover.




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