Slow beating intoxication.

[Pellinore]

I drunk,
What was that?
Intoxication,
What was that?
Memories gone.
Dissappeared in the dark alcohol.
Where am i?
Somewhere.
The slow beat,
Drum and bass,
Eyes closed.
I feel,
wasted.

((this is probably very crappy, but feeling a bit drunk right now.))

[stalk]

not crappy at all.
it's blunt, I like your style.

[PsyGrunge]

fairly good for a drunk poem!

[Pellinore]

*coughs loudly* that was some strong stuff man, what was that, as if i got hit by a wooden bat.

But thanks, i'll try to get drunk more often, very goofy state of mind it brings you in.

[PsyGrunge]

Probably why it's legal and why substances which do the opposite are outlawed.

[Pellinore]

Probably why it's legal and why substances which do the opposite are outlawed.

Haha, yea, lets keep the people drunk and stupid! *grins*
Those guys above us sure are smart, i bet they are a bunch of alcoholics theirselves.

[PsyGrunge]

Well, it's fucking plain logic when all said and done matey.
I see no humour.

[Pellinore]

Well, it's fucking plain logic when all said and done matey.
I see no humour.

Gotta take it with a broad smile, can't take those sneaky drunks above us serious, and besides, psychedelics and pot all around us even if it is illegal.