Liquor lens.

A little hedonism never hurt nobody.

Life's an obstacle course and I’m standing on it’s edge, with my psche swinging off the monkey bars. It's something about alcohol that is so enticing, so seductive…Some lemon and ginger in my minute maid bottle so you won't tell and I dont lie. Some Kenya cane in my sprite without sugar cane so you won't trip and I won't lie. She fucking loves it.

And when she cries a river she turns to the liquor. It’s nothing sensible about it but the sensation is everything. 6:36 drunk in the AM, licking off wounds liquor can't fix. So we toast to nothing hoping it cures everything but the doctors don't recommend these kind of shots. It's a regular day but it's cadence is overtaken by the indulgence and she fucking loves it. Don't get it twisted, she fucking loves it.

It is no addiction for the lass but alas she can’t help it. So the story goes a little like shots on shots for every shot she's taken in life and missed. Shots on shots for every mistake that shot up her self-confidence. Shots on shots for every dodged-harsh-life bullet; gratitude is the undertone. Shots on shots for every bearable second made by a shot. Shots on shots for living but somehow forgetting the atrocities that may accompany a moment. Shots on shots for every misalignment and mistake. Shots on shot for nothing. Shots on shots for everything.

The momentum is unbeatable when you're swimming in alcohol's river. It's simply no drowning when the currents make it feel like you're floating. A blurred vision serves you better when the sight before your eyes is anything but appealing and the liquor lens serves nothing short of that ; so you take a shot to that.

It's amazing when you want and want so you take and take. Makes you feel like homelander before he lands. A by-product of humanity encapsulated in a liquor capsule. An unmatched sensation met by an unmet expectation will surely brew your spirits. The lethargy is nothing major compared to the alchemy you think accompanies reaching the bottom of a bottle. So you want and want and you take and take. She fucking loves it.

6:57 AM thinking about if she won't and we all know she will because its never been about will; she runs red lights, no stop sign ever stopped her. Indulgence has never been the challenge and every speck in the environs caters to that. So yes, it's no stopping her when she's on the liqour flow. Its no swaying alcohols currents. She fucking loves it.

Bad bitches aren't born they're made and some bad bitches handle less than good shit by finding the bottom of a bottle . It's not so much an escape than it is an escapade, and every shot you take tells a different story. First shot shot says no, second shot says yes then every other shot compensates. She motherfucking loves it.

Make no mistake, it is a bad religion, but that doesnt stop the worship. There's no praise for these kind of spirits because a misaimed shot blows everything up. You have to get to the bottom of the bottle to find out though. You have to get to the bottom of several bottles in fact, for the experience can only be experienced. Otherwise, there's no story to tell.

Her body is a lot more than a temple and the holy communion is served beneath every shot. The priest is the bottle and it carries her ark of sins, her staff of stuff and her burnt sacrifice of faith and hope (I'm referring to the ark of the covenant in the Bible and what it contains; dont trip lol😂).

There's nothing at the bottom of a bottle. You'll feel like you've scaled mountains and scoured valleys but really and truly there's nothing at the bottom of a bottle. But that right there is everything. Makes you wander more than wonder and that right there is not good😂. But you will forget and thats the only will involved in liquor's lens. And some stories aren't told from good will, they're just told.