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Happy hour

by flatliner

Member since 2002 · Posted 12 Oct 2002 · Edited 12 Oct 2002 · 4 comments

I sit at the alter paying homage to the liquid gods. My prayers are halted when my bottle sings to me as it transforms to glittering shards. I have a fleeting thought on how to reclaim my mistakes as they course the ruts of the lacquered wood.

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[7] Nicholas Jones 12-Oct-02/6:04 AM Reply
Sounds like you had a good night. Hope you're not too hungover.
[3] Tintagiles 12-Oct-02/9:12 PM Reply
Altar, AltAr, ALTAR!!! Why the hell can'T people figure out it's spelt with a second 'a'? Yeezhus. (Sorry, sorta. I've seen a lot of this in poems lately.)
[9] Limness 18-Nov-02/6:10 PM Reply
amen.

(but it's altar)
[9] horus8 18-Nov-02/6:25 PM Reply
and the dwarves in the back vomit and clap in approval...before head butting the tattooed mime. 9.a