There’s a point where it’s almost perfect, where a thread of numb slides across my lips, and I can still think but I don’t give a shit too much. Nothing is latched on, nothing is trying to come out. I’ve achieved an entirely delicate and exquisite balance.
I want it to last forever, but it lasts for seconds.
Love to all. Even you.
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May 7th, 2008 at 7:36 pm
Yes, but sometimes, the seconds/minutes last longer than you expected.
THAT is where the joy is REALLY found.
May 7th, 2008 at 9:07 pm
That’s why people meditate, and do drugs, isn’t it? Chasing that perfect haze.
May 7th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
I edited the title to reflect that I was actually writing about my alcoholism, and the fleeting moments it provided. You people are just too damn astute for me.
May 8th, 2008 at 5:14 am
But the fleeting moments aren’t worth the wreckage, right…?
May 8th, 2008 at 8:33 am
the real trick is achieve that perfect haze without destroying yourself or those you love in the process.
the thing I chase is that haze where I lose track of time because I’m so engrossed in what I’m doing. Is that the same thing?
May 8th, 2008 at 9:31 am
Buddy, the haze is called “bliss” and there are a cajillion better and less expensive ways to achieve it.
My, aren’t WE the bunch of knee-jerk “OH NO RICH!” friends?
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Wishing you bliss today. Over regular Java - not nasty old JavaScript. That stuff is just eveil.
May 8th, 2008 at 3:14 pm
And then it’s like chewing glass. Well put, dude.
May 8th, 2008 at 8:17 pm
It’s those seconds that keep us sane.
May 9th, 2008 at 1:30 am
Haze come chase me, I want you so.