the booze blues

attended a swedish-style soiree with my beloved the previous evening. the bonfire night sky sparkled like the intense love life of hot celebrities and we celebrated lavishly with mayfair lights and six cans of stella from the corner shop.

only going to stay at the party for a couple, we said, tomorrow shall reward us. a delusional claim of course and time slipped away like dyed hairs down a shower drain.

so now my insides are outwards and the skin is all over the place trying to patch things together.