What, in this vague bubble while it seeps, tries to blur the edges of my speech? Such a subtle chemical that once (when i swalled various items) sought to vent the every emotion or non-emotion of my brain. Then in years to come the underage time is over. Hm but other things wile whilst i cry at points. Now this evening i lost the mental speech the speech the mental slip. and there i am, stuttering peoples names repetitively. They look at me, freaked. No wonder, i barely understand this is some sort of long term pay back for the vodka, straight mixed with skittles for added effect. I'm not surprised, but oh i am. Control is lost. Let's hand it to God.
Ahahahahaha - that rocks!! \m/ alcohol \m/ BTW - do the skittles really work or am I just being my gullible self again?
lol great poem " i lost the mental speech the speech the mental slip. and there i am, stuttering peoples names repetitively. They look at me, freaked. No wonder, i barely understand this is some sort of long term pay back for the vodka, straight mixed with skittles for added effect." Thats my favorite portion, well described.
me and my friends used to mix skittles and vodka to make different colours but it goes extra sticky and gross
