on being drunk.

i've come to accept that i'm an alcoholic at heart, or at the very least that I prefer my inebriated state of being over my perceived reality. i'm desperately lookng for something, someone, somewhere to paint the life back into my reality; my liver's beckoning for any sign of salvation. did i ever mention that i hate reggaeton? not so much related, but equally as important to mention...my ears are seeking salvation from this most vile sound that has smitten the earth in its entirety. here's a philosophical question for everybody...if a reggaeton song plays in an empty forrest does it still make your ears bleed? food for thought.

good night.