Half the time it is like I’m drunk, but just barely, like I’m teetering between a world where everything is clear, logical and matter-of-fact and one that is fuzzy, contradictory and a lot sexier. I want to believe that both are one, that they are not mutually exclusive, that they are in fact all part of the same reality that I call reality. I think then intoxication is reality without the water wings.
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