Chilled Gin
by 
Wynne
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Posted: 07 November 2004 Word Count: 354 |
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23,40hrs
Ah, The gin. Tepid to the lips and silky smooth down the gullet, mixed to just the right consistency, a tall thin glass that fits perfectly between my aching grasp. The lava lamp casts cool liquid light around the dusk lit room, a suitably chilled melody percussions through tinny speakers. Eyes closed the music leads, no longer a state of mind but a state of being, each gentle note lulling the subconscious into peaceful lethargy. Eyelids heavy with coursing alcohol, no sleep just. Calm.
23,47hrs
Another swig and the glass bleeds, marginally small. The waft of a nearby ashtray sends out thick cloying waves of second-hand tobacco to my nostrils, not entirely unpleasant. Mesmerized by the lamp, gently lifting and falling liquid orbs of fascination. The coursing alcohol courses, the feel of the joyous liquid pumping through my hard beating heart, safe in the knowledge that it is in transit to every cell of my yearning body. The track changes, pronounced beats redirect my ears to the source, yearning for attention. Soul beats a .rhythm to my head, a smile- no more-no less.
22,57hrs
Mouth fills with liquid, runs between the teeth then dropped to the stomach; the glass deceased, cause of death. Haemorrhage. Thoughts run shallow, lost in the safety of pleasure, content in . Must refill the glass, two choices:-
1) Go and refill = tearing away from the pleasure, lose contentment.
2) Stay put = no alcohol, lose contentment
But,
1) Refill glass = possible return of contentment
2) Stay put = total loss of contentment and evocation of hangover
Decision. Go and refill glass.
00,07hrs
Refilled, also rolled a cigarette. Sweet decaying smoke, how I adore you. Another refreshment, eyes defocus, smile. A single Spanish guitar strums a captivation, a smile- more-than less. In my eyes perfection of a moment, chemically induced- to fade into pain on the sunrise. Don’t give a damn, a smile.
00,16hrs
Laptop. Calls from the cradle of my lap, don’t give a damn. Moment will end soon, no time to waste. Kiss goodbye to my task of note, just want to CHILL!
00,18hrs
Goodbye.
Ah, The gin. Tepid to the lips and silky smooth down the gullet, mixed to just the right consistency, a tall thin glass that fits perfectly between my aching grasp. The lava lamp casts cool liquid light around the dusk lit room, a suitably chilled melody percussions through tinny speakers. Eyes closed the music leads, no longer a state of mind but a state of being, each gentle note lulling the subconscious into peaceful lethargy. Eyelids heavy with coursing alcohol, no sleep just. Calm.
23,47hrs
Another swig and the glass bleeds, marginally small. The waft of a nearby ashtray sends out thick cloying waves of second-hand tobacco to my nostrils, not entirely unpleasant. Mesmerized by the lamp, gently lifting and falling liquid orbs of fascination. The coursing alcohol courses, the feel of the joyous liquid pumping through my hard beating heart, safe in the knowledge that it is in transit to every cell of my yearning body. The track changes, pronounced beats redirect my ears to the source, yearning for attention. Soul beats a .rhythm to my head, a smile- no more-no less.
22,57hrs
Mouth fills with liquid, runs between the teeth then dropped to the stomach; the glass deceased, cause of death. Haemorrhage. Thoughts run shallow, lost in the safety of pleasure, content in . Must refill the glass, two choices:-
1) Go and refill = tearing away from the pleasure, lose contentment.
2) Stay put = no alcohol, lose contentment
But,
1) Refill glass = possible return of contentment
2) Stay put = total loss of contentment and evocation of hangover
Decision. Go and refill glass.
00,07hrs
Refilled, also rolled a cigarette. Sweet decaying smoke, how I adore you. Another refreshment, eyes defocus, smile. A single Spanish guitar strums a captivation, a smile- more-than less. In my eyes perfection of a moment, chemically induced- to fade into pain on the sunrise. Don’t give a damn, a smile.
00,16hrs
Laptop. Calls from the cradle of my lap, don’t give a damn. Moment will end soon, no time to waste. Kiss goodbye to my task of note, just want to CHILL!
00,18hrs
Goodbye.
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