One for the road

I saw the reflection and almost panicked. But she didn’t notice anything, moving away from the mirror and turning toward me.
“How about dinner” she asked. “Sure” I said and sunk my teeth into her neck.

And so, all hope comes to an end.

From Che

My heart sway[ed] between her
and the street, the road.
I don't know where I found the strength
to free myself from her eyes
to slip from her arms.
She stayed, crying through rain and glass
clouded with grief and tears.
She stayed, unable to cry
Wait! I will come walking with you.

- Miguel Otero Silva, Venezuelan poet & novelist

The problem with drinking

The problem with drinking is that people do it on every occasion. They drink to celebrate when they are happy, and they drink to drown their misery when things are bad.

I promised myself I would be different. I would choose one occasion for my drinking, and stick to it - either ecstasy or misery. And since I didn't want to become addicted to the stuff, I chose the first.

That is why, my friends, I will not be drinking today.

Emptiness is...

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