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