Life Moves On

That'sh a Nishe poem,

Tod ! Hic ! 5-ed.

worth a 6 at least!

I would have given this one a big, green E! Excellent entertainment, Todski!

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Trouble is when you hide in a bottle all you get is memories dulled for a while, an almighty headache and an empty pocket.

Excellent!

Really liked the way thoughts were interrupted without hurting the flow. Sad on several levels.

Well. Drinking doesn't make me forget, and I've always wondered why. And, since I don't forget, you'd think I'd have learned not to drink, by now.

These lines:

celebrating
what I don't know
why I can't say

Notice that the can be read two different ways:

celebrating
what? I don't know
Why? I can't say

or

celebrating what I don't know,
and why I can't say.

(_)D. I'll buy a round

Amazing how when we drink to forget all it does is weaken the lock that keeps the memories at bay. And the rosy glow that accompanies a few lighthearted brews is turned into grey fog when memories are involved.
Love how the word groupings are unpredictable, unstable like thoughts tasting a bit too much JD.