A wise man?

,and this is why I fucking drink!
Cabin fever; canned heat exploding pissing’s of hatred and confusion into the ether.
The writhing of fists beneath semi intellectual idiocisms throttle like a tunnelled mole unable to tell up from down, digging slowly to the centre of the world with no hope of seeing daylight again.
Oh how we live and leave so much behind.

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