Shoop till you Droop.

I am living in a twisted reality. The only things that matter are my dog and drinking? But. That is not entirely true. In fact none of it is true. Most of it is just filler until I realize another truth… And I attach getting fucked up with those moments of truth. As if when my brain is shut off I can figure something out without convoluting it. But then the moments are fleeting. I want them to last desperately. But they wont. I have come to know and repect the nature of this. Which makes them even more wonderfull… But then again, i live in. A twisted reality.