Dear Grants, I feel you have abdicated
in thy duties as the midwife to the annihilation of all that is emotional in my
being. I beseech you in all thy inebriating wisdom to maintain my drunken
stupor lest that tutu clad Greek myth called cupid pays me homage and never
drags his carcass out of the curcles of my heart yours truly the
Sir.
Dear Grants, I feel you have abdicated
in thy duties as the midwife to the annihilation of all that is emotional in my
being. I beseech you in all thy inebriating wisdom to maintain my drunken
stupor lest that tutu clad Greek myth called cupid pays me homage and never
drags his carcass out of the curcles of my heart yours truly the
Sir.
From history its witnessed that partakers of this
ooh so feared and revered elixir have given the world some of the best results
from Davincii, Michelangelo, to Plato all partook in some form of
"substance abuse" and I use abuse loosely the way I deem it they were
just releasing themselves to their creative whims but man fears that which
he has yet to partially put a speck of comprehension on.
So my friend foes, detractors & you
who has yet to make up their mind on what to make of me I deeply and with deep
conviction urge you to indulge your every fiber in that which makes you feel
aroused awake and make every minute above dirt worth it. Indulge indulge mother
of love please indulge your hedonistic ways for you only have this life
and maggots beyond it.
