Do you want to lecherously quaver like a miserably
dwindling serpent; even though scarlet blood still
circulated with insatiably untamed exuberance through
your poignant veins?
Do you want to prattle like an insanely macabre ghost;
even though the most ingeniously innovative fantasies
ebulliently fulminated in the dormitories of your
wonderfully precocious brain?
Do you want to crumble like a disdainfully infidel
matchstick to lick threadbare dust on the floor; even
though astoundingly fantastic muscle bulged from your
legs and splendidly robust arms?
Do you want to indefatigably inundate the atmosphere
with irascibly impudent abuse; even though the winds
of philanthropic benevolence profoundly encapsulated
the chords of your bountiful throat?
Do you want to implacably exude into vomits of
dastardly diseased blood every now and again; even
though the chemistry of your visage was tenaciously
programmed to unflinchingly confront even the most
truculently turbulent of storm?
Do you want to indiscriminately massacre countless
innocent in atrocious rage; even though the most
benign principles of priceless humanity enshrouded you
in blissful timelessness?
Do you want to ruthlessly maraud every vibrantly
enamoring wave of freshness in your persona; even
though you were marvelously endowed by the Almighty
Lord; to spawn into majestically artistic newness
every unfurling minute of the day?
Do you want to intransigently rot in obnoxiously
cadaverous perspiration; even though the scent of
insuperably glorious righteousness congenitally wafted
from your holistic soul?
Do you want to stupidly bark all invincibly priceless
secrets of your life infront of your penalizing enemy;
even though the citadels of irrevocably fascinating
solidarity enveloped you like an immaculately
fascinating prince?
Do you want to barbarously immolate your very own
mesmerizing kin; even though the paradise of
fructifying sagaciousness profusely kissed you on
every step that you nimbly tread?
Do you want to look like an uncouthly blood-shot
scarecrow; even though your countenance tirelessly
burgeoned with the ointment of effulgently panoramic
mother nature?
Do you want to lackadaisically submerge yourself into
a corpse of diabolically pernicious depression; even
though an ocean of unfathomably ebullient rhapsody
fervently waited for you at your doorstep?
Do you want to enroll yourself into the depravingly
malicious classrooms of baseless obsolescence and
morbidity; even though endless cloudbursts of
enthralling fantasy tumultuously proliferated in the
sparkling whites of your eye?
Do you want to metamorphose yourself into a tawdrily
libidinous spirit; even though unsurpassable gardens
of everlasting prosperity magnificently sprouted from
the innermost crannies of your nerves?
Do you want to get criminally entangled in an unending
labyrinth of invidiously sinister underworld
complications; even though the gloriously embellished
fountain of blissful humanity radiated copiously from
your innocent eyes?
Do you want to fall beneath the mortuaries of
isolation in the eyes of your revered elders for
profane misdemeanor; even though the bow of respectful
graciousness perennially brandished your non-invasive
soul?
Do you want to keep ghoulishly staggering on
cold-blooded stone for infinite births that the Lord
granted you life; even though unstoppably blazing
enthusiasm jubilantly circumvented each of your
intricate senses?
Do you want to savagely constrict your own limitless
freedom; even though the voice of unequivocal
uninhibitedness intrepidly leapt from your
stupendously emollient personality?
Do you want to fretfully dilapidate behind satanically
gleaming prison bars; even though you had the
impregnable aura to aristocratically discern between
the good and flagrantly morass?
Do you want to lethally snap the fangs of your very
own existence in your fit of disparagingly
idiosyncratic senselessness; even though an
indomitable civilization of creative energy descended
upon your altruistically unfettered stride?
Do you want to project yourself as the ultimate fool
on this earth muttering lividly grousing balderdash;
even though the most commemorated symposiums of
perspicacious knowledge; obeisantly knelt forward for
your imperial signature?
Well; if your answer to the all of the above is yes
then you should definitely drink a bawdy barrel of it;
but if you really desired to lead life like an
unconquerable king with the ones you immortally loved;
then forever say goodbye to devilishly decrepit
ALCOHOL…
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