I can get more alcohol in me at once now.
I've learned to open my throat.
(all I had to do was swallow my tongue),
and it pored down.
I keep my barrowed time at the bottom of beer bottles.
(and I don't keep the bottles, I recycle them) and no,
that not a fucking metaphor, for anything.
because I'm always out of beer,
and I hate seeing empty bottles around my room.
(they go too fast.) but make time go so sloooooow.