Shots on me!
Shots of this so called life.
Maybe it looks like Midori, green like the tropical fruits and trees.
Perhaps the shot looks like some blood red concoction of Raspberry pucker, sweet, but violent red vomit will follow.
I don't know where I'm going with these descriptions of fairytale cocktails, maybe in the direction of life being like different drinks. Eventually, you'll end up on the floor either vomiting, choking on blood, or quivering with a bodyfull of heartache and mind-wrenching thoughts.
Shit happens.
I'll pick up my six string in a time of need.
And I will write about the girl I truly love, so none of the above happens to me.
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