The Drunkard’s Manifesto

 Always be drunk.
 That's it!
 The great imperative!
 In order not to feel
 Time's horrid fardel
 bruise your shoulders,
 grinding you into the earth,
 Get drunk and stay that way.
 On what?
 On  wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
 But get drunk.
 And if you sometimes happen to wake up
 on the porches of a palace,
 in the green grass of a ditch,
 in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
 your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
 ask the wind,
 the wave,
 the star,
 the bird,
 the clock,
 ask everything that flees,
 everything that groans
 or rolls
 or sings,
 everything that speaks,
 ask what time it is;
 and the wind,
 the wave,
 the star,
 the bird,
 the clock
 will answer you:
 "Time to get drunk!
 Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
 Get drunk!
 Stay drunk!
 On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

Charles Baudelaire





Injuries Sustained, 2012.

1. April – Dignity, due to birthday party and pissing.

2. June – Two front teeth bashed out, due to white wine and elbows.

3. July – One friendship irrevocably let down, due to simultaneous orders of merlot and Tennants, and cowardice.

4. August – Indented scar on forehead, due to picture falling (asleep at time).

5. November  – Two knees mangled, due to icy pavement and cider.



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