grape soda
Sip Ass Drank
I don’t understand all the hype with purple beverages. In this house, we poor that shit down the drain. But what bothers me more than anything is that despite my complete lack of understanding and past memories of being in this situation many times before, I still proceeded to poor almost an entire can of “Grape Soda” into my favorite mug. On the topic of whether or not I regret doing this… perhaps. Only time knows for sure. I guess I never learn from my mistakes. This “cup” full of “dark purple liquid” is my only company now. And I can’t help but feel like it’s as uneasy about my presence as I am about its. Or perhaps plotting, my ears are ringing. There’s really no way of knowing for sure. How does one just leave something like this alone? Any intelligent person who really reads into this (not that anyone would, I write mostly for myself, therapeutic reasons) would hopefully question my use of metaphors. Am I REALLY talking about grape soda? Or something far more, something I can’t reveal to the public. Or did I simply just waste an extremely small portion of the time you have on this ghastly planet? Only time will tell. Good fucking luck.
