sábado, 11 de outubro de 2008

hangovers

All my organs seem to scream in a unanimous howl . My body is revolting on me . It is mutiny . 'Cause when you're young, it's all really obvious . I mean, it wakes you up and makes you feel like death all day, and this is it . But when you get older ... You wake up and you think you feel OK for about ten minutes . And then you go into the kitchen, and the hand of pain slips into your bowels and grips you with its icy fingers and then it's much, much worse . It's unimaginable . Suddenly it sidles up to you and puts its arm round you and gives you this frozen kiss . You are there - fucked . All day . Several days ...