As I see a brief moment of clarity, it is gone in a sigh. No trip to Vegas is enough to get me to reconsider. This past, present and future, I want to destroy it all. I’ve decided to play a game of chance with my life. It is simple, just drink until it’s all gone. I wonder what my cards will say now. Will my fate be overseen by the Sun, Moon, Magician, World, Tower or perhaps, even Death. So, as I down the poison for this game, I’m listening to “Aoki Tsuki Mochite” by AKIRA, the ending theme for the third season of the Kuroshitsuji anime. The lyrics are dark but the melody is oddly enchanting. EW! Maybe mixing 3 flavors together wasn’t such a great idea…
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Oh Tarot, the cards of fate. perhaps The Fool will portend change.
Drinking to death is as ‘good’ a way as any, though can be quite a process. I read an account of a woman who lived pass the age of a hundred, and she accredited her longevity to drinking regularly and smoking cigars..
That song! Wow, wouldn’t expect those lyrics.. Thanks for sharing it.
Do take tarot with a grain of salt. Since it’s somewhat of a card game, and open to interpretation, many times people just read what they want to read out of it, regardless of the cards (and again, it’s only a card game after all). Not that it isn’t eerily accurate at times tho. Thanks for sharing that song btw, kuritsu…whatever (seen it but never been able to remember the name lol) has some pretty great ops and ends.
Other things to be taken with a grain of salt:
palmistry, astrology, psychology, fries…
fries! hahahaha. That made me seriously laugh. (unless you meant victor fries, as in mr freeze…)
OH yeah Black Butler. Nice.
Seriously you okay today? You must have a mother hangover.
For the record, I wasn’t drinking alcohol. I was drinking energy shots… A lot of them, actually. I’m paying for it right now. Haha, I’m surprised my liver is still functioning after all that or does this sickness mean it’s failing?
Those 5 hour energy things? and you actually slept?
Yep. They are not pleasant in every sense of the word. It’s like the edible version of every single SAW trap rolled into one. Before the sickness, I slept for a bit. Now, I’ll be lucky if I can even survive the night.
Which bears wondering: are you still awake?