Insidiously smooth,
No throat-rasp to slow us down.
My friend, my enemy.
My god, last night was a heavy one. I wish I could remember more of it.
I wish I hadn't dropped my phone in the taxi on the way home (at 2.30am). I wish I hadn't slept on the living room floor until dawn. I wish I'd got something useful done today. I wish God didn't hate drinkers so.
I wish we could do it all again soon.
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