Stop it! Stop it!
Up with choice! Enough with love, with person, with past - for where does it get me? One breath of smoke tastes sweet, then mint, colour, semen, air, coffee, death. It is time to give up hope, patience, self-worth. I thought I lost myself in the fall, but now it's time to lose what I thought I'd never. For it can only be best, no? Is it possible? Is it necessary? Only the night will tell!
Up with rum! Down with gin! Hooray for coffee-induced vomiting! Purge yourself and fill it back up with cigarette, for that's the only thing anymore that opens my ears.
Off! Go! Shit! Toast! Let the night commence.