02-22-2005, 03:23 PM
I have no idea how much of the Green Stuff⢠I have polished off in my life. Good absynthe is hard to find. A lot of it isn't actually what it claims to be, it's just green booze sold to morons that don't know the difference. Occasionally, it's poison... It will kill you or make you go blind. But the real stuff is pure heaven.
I intoduced a friend to it once, a long time ago. After knocking back several shots, he announced that it wasn't doing anything for him. So we started playing Spades when all of a sudden he just went a little... Well... Out of his cotton picking mind. He suddenly remembered where he had hid money when he was a little boy, he remembered his first crush and felt broken hearted that he never spoke the girl, and promptly broke into tears. He confessed that he had fallen in love in school with a teacher. And then he blurted out a bunch more stuff. He went through various stages of weeping and laughing all night long, all the while insisting that the Green Stuff⢠just wasn't working for him. We had to stop playing Spades as the kings and jacks were giving him winks, and he wasn't into that sort of thing. And the queen was a harlot because she kept flashing her titties at him. And through out the whole night, he kept insisting that the Green Stuff⢠had done nothing for him.
As for creativity... Well, that claim might be true. Some of the best brain storming sessions of mine were done while highly intoxicated on the Green Stuffâ¢.
I intoduced a friend to it once, a long time ago. After knocking back several shots, he announced that it wasn't doing anything for him. So we started playing Spades when all of a sudden he just went a little... Well... Out of his cotton picking mind. He suddenly remembered where he had hid money when he was a little boy, he remembered his first crush and felt broken hearted that he never spoke the girl, and promptly broke into tears. He confessed that he had fallen in love in school with a teacher. And then he blurted out a bunch more stuff. He went through various stages of weeping and laughing all night long, all the while insisting that the Green Stuff⢠just wasn't working for him. We had to stop playing Spades as the kings and jacks were giving him winks, and he wasn't into that sort of thing. And the queen was a harlot because she kept flashing her titties at him. And through out the whole night, he kept insisting that the Green Stuff⢠had done nothing for him.
As for creativity... Well, that claim might be true. Some of the best brain storming sessions of mine were done while highly intoxicated on the Green Stuffâ¢.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."