December 2010
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A CAJILLION AND FOUR, OR, AN ARGUMENT ENTITLED...
So I’ve been drunk for seven and a half hours, and I am certainly thinking about, oh, a cajillion and four things but definitely not you. You. You and the way you always look best with your hands on my face and my lips on your sweet spot ever since I first spotted you or you spotted me, that time the sunlight perhaps just happened to hit my eyes just right and we knew that I would...
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IF I DIDN'T LOVE HER, I'D STILL HAVE MY TEETH
falling down drunk, stairs lied to my face and rose one step ahead of my nose; black eyes glitter above shattered smile. she didn’t push me that hard, but i fell for her just the same. my Dominatrix never has to scream my name; i was born to heal. Submitted by David Benson.
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I want to start smoking to better understand the ashes you left here. I want my hair to be long again. I want to wear ice skates and cut into every one of the world’s glaciers like it was anyone who ever crossed me: picturing their ventricles being dissected and I’ll skate until the water starts to seep through the top. I want my nightlight to be the only mass that gives me guidance; at least...
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It seemed, that in a world where there were bright city lights and the slow pulsing music gliding through the thick hot air of a bar, seeping out onto the streets as young groups laugh raucously and cling to one another, in a world where he could sip at a slightly warm whiskey and watch it all go by, what could really be wrong?
He felt the languid arms of inebriety enclosing themselves...
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EVERY STORY HAS A BEGINNING AND AN END - NOT...
Doris stomped up the stairs to Bobert’s apartment and promptly kicked in the door. Bobert lay on the couch, passed out, piss-drunk. His glasses perched on an empty bottle of Seagram’s and an ashtray full of Camel cigarette butts lay overturned on the rug.
“You fucking stiffed me, you cheap bastard!” Doris screamed. Bobert turned and opened one bleary eye. She stormed over to the couch and ...
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CHRISTMAS OFFICE PARTY
Oh God. I so don’t want to be here.
The same old fatuous politically correct bastards from the top floor. The vacuous bimbos from reception and client services. Maybe they’ve invited someone with half a brain to the party. Doubt it.
Might have a champagne anyway just to dull the pain. At least the music isn’t too bad. Might be able to suffer talking to Mark in accounts. At least he pretends...
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YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER
Buried deep under the water You’re resting on your laurels And stepping on my toes Whose side are you on? What side is this anyway? Put down your sword and crown Come lay with me on the ground - ‘Moth’s Wings,’ Passion Pit
One minute you’re sitting in the car, parked in front of his house, and he’s flipping through your iPod. You’re singing to Passion Pit and he’s dancing and his voice is...
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THE SLOW HAND
At precisely twelve o’clock, Hey Jude began to play for the third time in a row, Johnny thought he was being clever. One minute after twelve, the phone rang. Two minutes after twelve, the door opened. The man who entered was noticeably overdressed for the establishment, from his black and red tie all the way down to his recently shined designer shoes. He stood out impressively from the...
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It was a Sunday evening and the Jack and Cokes were coming thick and fast. We weren’t celebrating or anything but a few of my buddies had the day off on Monday so we thought we’d take advantage. I myself am always free on a weekday. And a weekend. Personally I prefer midweek drinking. Guilty pleasures and that. After a few drinks it came up…the Anniversary. The memorial...
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YOU WILL BREAK
I was reading the Whiskey Monologues and suddenly, I missed the drink I had been avoiding. I had a taste for it long before I met you, but you wouldn’t know it, or maybe you denied it, or maybe you didn’t care. You claimed it as your own as if no one had been there before you. And for the longest time I believed you. Why? I was naive and in awe of you. You were daring, dark, and...
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He sits on his own, alert shape of the corner, With a grin on his face, yet he couldn’t look more forlorn. Liquor in hand, he starts to tap his feet Rocking back and forth, reclining to the beat. Sipping his whiskey, by bottle or tumbler, His mind so quick, eyes masking his thunder. In a bar I once knew, there sits a man, stale like old dew. Drinks brought to him, vagrant and...
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WHY I GAVE UP GIN
The three of us had danced a a shitty dive bar for hours, drunk and hot sweaty messes. I was on my 12th or 13th gin and tonic, I can’t remember; it was years ago and details are far hazier now than they were then. Gin was my first love affair with alcohol, the first type I drank to excess; the first times I blacked out. We took the train home, one of us throwing up in a canvas bag on ...
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It was a cold and crisp night I was lonely and warm All stuck up in my jacket and gloves You left me not too long ago But you sat near me, and always watched You were with him, and I was alone Yet with my friends You left the shed and the garden, soon my life The fireworks brought in the year 2010 And the bells tolled as I knocked back one, Smokey, rich Talisker, followed by a lighter...
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The oncoming death of Four Loko got you jittery? Not into ludicrous abominations like alcoholic whipped cream? Fear not, friends. The great minds at The Whiskey Monologues have a solution for you: Introducing the Nineteen-Fourty-Four Loko. It’s got caffeine, alcohol, and sugar, and you make it yourself! It doesn’t come in nasty flavors or brightly colored cans, it only comes in Awesome....
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Dirty dishes sat in the sink, and the air was stale.
“I thought about driving till dawn,” she said.
He remained fixed to yesterday’s newspaper. “You’ll want me to ask you why.”
“Revolution.”
“Has it ended so soon?”
“Well, I seem to have taken the exit.”
His silence called for her reasoning. She breathed heavily. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t miss me.”
“Those are words of war, love.”
“So they...
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Q + A / 12.01.10.
beautiful-in-red asked: awesome blog! I fell in love with every word I’ve read so far! Thank you. We do our best, and those of you who submit have some incredibly worthwhile stories / poems / quotes / pictures to share. In all honesty, we’re quite smitten with your tumblr as well. You ought to write something for us. karrylee asked: i really like your collection of pictures <3 i love it....
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The whiskey probably won’t help, but I’m going to try it anyway. It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this. Not since the last one left. I’ve been worried about this since the beginning. I knew it would eventually happen, I just didn’t realize that all my worrying would be the eventual cause. I don’t know if this is the end. I have a near full bottle...