Oh my, my head feels like the beating of the drums of hell. I can hardly open my eyes and it feels like I have just swallowed a fly. Yes a fly. You wonder why. I swallowed a fly. This fly in turn swallowed an elephant the size of a fly. Again you wonder why. This is in my head as I am beat down from the meat browned.
Endless thoughts are disappearing as I write this. Its good. You see now I can tell you the story of why I have a fly and a drum inside of me. You see, when you consume that golden brown liquor you will find that with enough effort your arms will get bigger and you stomach will get smaller. Oh yes. Beer. Does that to you. It skews reality and makes you feel like the worlds floating on a puff ball. Not a cuff ball. A puff. That is all you need.
Just a little bit.
I wonder again why it is that I am even writing something that doesn't make any sense other than the sound of my keyboard flowing.
Yesterday he fell into the bush, slept in the grass and slept in the bed without changing his clothes..
The wife is recounting the shenanigans of Australia Day. The best celebration on the planet earth. Copious amounts of brown liquor.
Guinness was the poison of choice. Normally that will not make my head beat like the wars of eve but alas today from yesterday it is happening. That says my session was worth its while. In fact it was such a great idea that we finished off a case of them between the both of us.
There will always be that time where everything seems to be running smoothly with your hair all tussled up with no care in the world. Then it will strike you down like the fires of vengeance in your loins. Yes. Your loins, because after all that is where all great ideas in mans history stems from. The genius resides there. Where every conceivable invention and thinking will lead you to green pastures. Or at the very least take you on a ringer of a ride.
The friend and I were passed out on his lawn. These are just coming back to me. I have smidging imagery of getting up from the grass. Hmm I think I should have a shower after writing this. If I survive. I mean taht is probably why I am so itchy and the fly buzzing inside my stomach. Heck the danged elephants is also stumping inside the fly. Like Marty McFly.
The day ran smoothly with the kids enjoying the pool. The weather was perfect. A warm summers day. To drown out the joy away. Yes. Drown it out. You see with enough partying you are guaranteed to hit a lump in your throat from the breaking of ones New Years resolution. The breaking of consumption. Gah! Why have thou failed thee. That we do not know.
Where to from here Willis?
Now there is this droning in me noggin. I hope it fades soon because I am in such a state that any small amount of force will likely topple me over. I am cradling a great hungova from the big range rova. Then there is Guy who is going on about crypto tax. Nothing but the thoughts that are a flowing out of the noggin.
Well with the end of the day at hand yesterday. I was carted off into dream land. All over the place, yes indeed. We are being lead here by a have crazed elephant inside a throbbing fly on an incessant drum beat to the sound of emptiness in the head. That's what it does people, kills your neurons. In fact I can practically feel them scream in agony from the drums. Now the saliva in my throat is even more persistent to come out and let me enjoy my drinks a second time...
That was not a pleasant taste second time round.