Can somebody explain to me that settling for a bottle(1; uno; isa) of smb light is not really a man's thing. But here I am, my lazy keystrokes, inspired by the singularity of the taste of sparkli-ness of a 5% alcohol/volume of a drink(hardly a drink). But hell, the hard humm of a downloaded Rock Ballads of 2009, playing freakishly good in my speakers. It couldn't get any better than this. Believe me.
A few ticks before, I was asking my self what to do to kill time. Poetry or this blog. I've written poetry before with the disillusionment that Poe's spirit is drunk retiring at the tips of my fingertips. Shame. So I settled with my freestyle mumblings in the blogger, knowing nobody's going to ever lay eyes on this bored pages anyway. But it feels good, really, the smb light bubbling down my throat and a song entitled: "Ready when you are", by a band thousands of miles from where I am. So good I am continuing typing, right? Right.
Before these rock ballads, I was listening to the beat of the artistry of Eminem. Got my head banging with the sound paintings of this now very sober artist. "Love the way you lie" keeps playing in my head minutes after, and Rihanna could not get any louder. I give the album a 9.5 out of 10(the highest so far in my imaginary review chart).
Ah. The bottle's out, and the feeling before fleeted away. Might as well finish this post. Adios.
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