as the moon sets on yet another night full of whisky and dreams, i can't help bu think about so many nights drinking for the wrong reasons. i should have known better than better than to fall in love in the first place, but to fall in love for the right reasons is nothing short of the greatest liquoring a man has ever succeeding in producing. the only problem being that being completely shithoused while away from said person can cause a certain amount of philosophising that can render a man incomplete. this is not meant to be preachy by any means, but more an archival submittance procliaming the beauty of all things alcohic. whatever is the dominant emotion in a person's mind come the glorious time of intoxication is multiplied ten-fold once the deed is done. no matter how severe the inibreation at any given time, it is pale in comparison to the severity of the given emotion that might have existen prior to succombing to the bottle. the drink causes an amplification of emotions like nothing else in this world. the need to kill dipshits is multipied and the desire to masurbate is exponential. maybe it's just the liqour talking, but this thread sucks. you can't, by any means, pigeonhole the effects of liquor into any category. drunk - yes. angry - maybe. emotional - possible. thoroughly clarified - yes. i mean, what do you do when you break up with a significant other, what is the first thing you do? answer: you get drunk with your friends and feel better the next day. en vino veritas and all that shit. sic luceat lux. good night.