Aftermath

Aftermath

drank too many beers and a half of BP the other night, sat in the bathroom for an hour in the morning

swallowed two bottles of gatorade to make up for the lost salts

it doesn't help the acetaldehyde to leave the body

New year's sex must feel great, the orgasm must have been heavenly

I can imagine, I am just having the opposite of an orgasm now

The puking stains on my blue pyjama looks like art; crimson sun on a Prussian blue sky

Opened a page displaying a photo of a nymphette

Thought fantasizing would burn away the strangeness

But the enthusiasm is very low

I feel like I am in a hole filled with hopelessness, fear

Emptiness everywhere, bloody new year rituals

Maa chudai duniya