I taste the glorious madness on my tongue. Cheap box wine.
I fondly regard the memory of good quality beer, yesterday, just a taste. Not nearly enough to be drunk, but a calming whisper in a harsh time. And compared to the swill I drink alone, delicious in taste~
There is a beauty in drinking with friends, or in this case... family.
Still I remember liquor. Sharp and hateful, vicious, self-denying. Self-hating. Mmmn, the night is young, I have a reserve~
*I whip my hair back and forth*
I kinda like simple light beer, for just relaxing a little in moderation. It punishes you if you go overzealous and get drunk, especially in the morning, but only if you try to use it like liquor.
The wine is madness, ahah, yesh (sic). The wine is red. Take me away, for a spell.
...
https://soundcloud.com/simonswerwer/the-tankard-basher-1I can't even find the translation, anymore
and I no longer care! I've shared it enough times by now, and it's... it's DWARF-en, it's a pitiful puzzle!
I see now: All alcohol can lead to oblivion. It approaches, even now.
Cheap wine is basically the best, though. It energizes during the highlight, yet ushers you to the quiet.
Better than beer which makes you "go", and liquor which makes you fucking hate life and people and everything!
Or maybe I just avoid sugar 99% of the time, so sweet wine tastes like bliss~