loves hangover

loves hangover.
++++++++++

27 shots of
whiskey 10
beers and 8
pain killers
later...

(checks
heartbeat.)

yep...
I
still love her...

the fable of my
racing pulse
suggests
it must be so.

what else could
explain the opposition
I have felt of late?

the War I've
waged on shadows!!

I never would have

thought Cupid could

be such a Tragic Comedian..

inciting the laughter of

his audience,

until they drown themselves

in Tears.

The Medium is the Mass,

and the Mass Feeds The

Medium!!

(i've suspected this for

years.)

it's the hangover I 

hate...

the ..

waking up without

a heart lamenting the

high she gave me...

ever

so fleetingly..

but

My Shadow assures

me it is
Fate!!

and yes,
I may die

Lonely.

(but will do

so laughing.)

XIII