Yes indeed. Sunday, for the likes of this here old sot, is the restaurant at the end of the universe.
Monday is the next iteration, unfolding from a tiny big bang, to begin again: regrow. Poignant, yet a good reason to get blasted.
There should be a DRINK named after the contents of each of your spilled keyboards. Crumbs, ashes, vodka, lemon rinds, perhaps a tomato pip from the bloody days of yore?oettinger wrote: ↑Sun Jun 02, 2019 8:52 amAlright sunday drunks,
does sunday make you sad because it`s weekends end?
I hate to think about it. I try to make the best out of it by starting early and getting punch drunk by nighttime
Yesterday I broke my keyboard by drowning it in drink, ooops. Tiping from my old semi-fucked up one now. Was a good idea to save it.
Prosit.
Fermented, dessicated, rehydrated, again and again, like filtering and refining a vodka, but in reverse.
Distillation and infusion? Hmmmm. That might be it.