Tongue swollen to twice its size, mouth dryer than a nun’s pussy. Yep I am pissed alright. But pissed as I am,somehow I am able to find my way to my cousin’s com away from the cast iron grips of the hard partyers in the living room that is my uncles and aunts from being forced to drink yet another glass of second grade red wine.
The addled mind is an interesting perspective. The world is scrapped from the hues and promiscious shades that it posess incorrectly named hope by the uncynical and foolish dreamers to percieve what it really is- the dull, greyish non color of reality wrapped under its deceiving layers. The Pissed sees things for what it really is, all without the heavy undertow of despair. On the contrary, dry bitter humour serves as a condiment as oppose to terrible patronization or ignorance for acceptance to what life really is. With every swig of alcohol, pieces fall into place until you finally see the whole picture – without its decieving wrap.
You balance and disect life like a very intricate neurological vein, lifting and uncovering pieces lesser known and ventured. You get a better understanding of what the whole living deal is about. Despair, failures and disappointents could hit you like a truck with realization and you wldn’t feel a thing.
And Just like that, you don’t remember a thing the next day you wake up. Life continues on its trudge. Until the next time your grannie’s birtday comes up and your aunts and uncles see it as another opportunity to get pissed and bonded.
They say The Pissed is a world of confusion and madness.
clearly those fuckers have never got drunk before
