Blogger has been nice enough to come up with a BlogThis for my web browser here at home - Mac's Safari. Lucky me. And lucky you because I'm that much more likely to post drunken sillyness late at night or early morning gripes or, who knows, mid-afternoon ramblings.
Like I said.. aren't you lucky?
Sometimes drinking is just what I need to clean out the writer's block and just get things rolling. I shed those dumb worries I normally have - like correct spelling and you know, making sense - and just write and write and write. The danger is not being drunk enough because then I'll read it over, realize it's tripe, and delete it before it has a chance to make an appearance. True drunk - silly and hard to see the keys drunk - is the best because it's honesty in the purest form. It's honesty so honest as to not even be self aware of it's honesty. Isn't that why everyone gets drunk?
Somewhere along the line someone checked themselves. Someone decided not to say something, or maybe to sugar coat it a little instead. They thought better of just saying exactly what they thought because things had gotten more complicated than just simple truth. They were a caveman, perhaps, or heck.. maybe they hadn't even come down from the trees yet. But it was enough to start a revolution. From then on out it was down hill.. or up hill. or sideways - but certainly different. People started lying and working in half-truths and protecting eachothers feelings and generally complicated everything until here we are now in a most complex of worlds indeed.
And so we drink.
In an attempt to get back to our roots, we drink.
As a way to live for the moment and not for tomorrow or yesterday, we drink.
And sometimes, cause it's a hot summer day and the breeze is blowing and we're just thirsty, we drink.
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the guys: philogynist jaime tony - the gals:raymi raspil
