It all blends perfectly.. let the liquor tell it

"A wave of unreality washed over him"

Subway will toast your sandwiches now but liquor is quicker and ask for the wolfman to call on the experts for clean and bright, call on stanley's steamers, fuck tamara birch. We'll settle if you have gary martin hayes, but not willie or even rutherford b. or those pussies gilbert and montlick, or was it donna but she's a cokehead bitch just like her daddy and i've got the silverbullet but not coors cause it tastes like piss, although for $3.75 a pitcher it's a good deal.
Hate is the new love like war is the new peace but might has always made right at least in the eyes of those with it and while i rob in my black tee and steal in my white tee i cant understand why m.j. and that junkie who is on that friends show are shooting pool but the world keeps slipping, slipping slipping, into an illusion that i don't like but others can use to capture your mind and body but not your soul like a polaroid picture that you can shake and shake and shake until something clicks inside your brain and unreality retreats.....