Lynyrd Skynyrd is Nuthin' Fancy. Don't let that tree fall down on you Southern Rock band Got a barrel that's blue and cold.
Ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole.
when I first met you, baby, you was a red light girl I tried to take you to a better world.
But you would not listen you had it made in the shade baby
Lynyrd Skynyrd is a Southern Rock band
written by u-turn Van Zant
I fell asleep mid-edit of the lugubriously (heart)-breaking news story this morning (the sun was out CST), when, only just now, awakened, a Coleridge- Poe-rapping came tap tap tapping on my hotel door.
earlier application, or its soporific dreaming, and no more its cause, a grassy Pontalarier l'absinthe, now fashionable for those whose daytime toiling in l'here vert as one potentiates the other, no one ever which the base, which the augmentor, laudanum, but deep sleep state, it happened that in place of the disturbance of these two unlike but similarly not exclusive states, that upon returning from the errant response of, in fact, the same interruption which both Coleridge and I now share, instead of finding my concentration from our two similar states irreparably disturbed, not to be by God or memory, recollected, I also, in the stead of the magic palaces of Kubla Khan, found myself lost never again to be recovered its orientation through which I had once found myself "true" as with a sailor whose pole is North and whose sextant close, had lost my bearing not in a pleasure palace but in a more funereal commemoration, whose effect was as like its antique cousin, tossed about from a catarrh, albeit crashed from a different force, nevertheless, was cause enough to disorient both sextant and my relation to its stationary seat among the firmament, had lost my lodestar with no chance of recovery, as if it were a parking spot and I was an Asian woman; waking dreamlike state when its measurement was relatively true, in an Einstein E=MC2 sense of relativism, as it relates to the famous example which makes "C" 3.176254678.3, and where its stationary only train passenger, traveling at a steady 60 mphhaving thrown a book from its front to its rear receives a different result at the weight, speed, and velocity, but far more notably, time of its action..." RIP, Larry Wallis. Now listen to "police car."
Brandy,
Disoriented from my
Lazarus-like
rousing, my body
heavy,
not from the predictable effect of l'apéritif-postprandium-digestif cyathus vinosus
whose unorthodox agreement is fostered by their irreal green lit louge, whose only request to change there jued and activate their makeup is the drip drip drip of a small desert glass found straying about in fine establishments as if pawns whove lost their way and function for a night of good cheer and unchecked ease of movement...
| CST | | continue same treatment | |
| cuj. | cujus | of which | |
| c.v. | cras vespere | tomorrow evening | |
| cyath. | cyathus | a glassful | |
| cyath. vinos. | cyathus vinosus | a wine-glassful |
L'œuf carré se tient debout!
Un coquetier. Plus de jentacular coquetiers!
lit from within three close friends, each carrying an oil-lit lamp with which to illumine their path from farm to bistro, from toiling necessity to its unkempt fallen son, Morpheus holds its lamp, Laudanum, whose amber inclusion, no sap frozen mosquito, but an elixir extracted from a field of Poppies, whose hydrocephalus induces in them, a lolling to and fro quadrille with their partner, la mistral.
La fee vert floats behind her friend Laudanum, whose umber, cadmium flutter provide announcement of craggy impassable terrain or crowns of thorny hedgerows;
she flitting in the air,
a moth
or kite,
both
strong of
deep-dug emerald
hue,
deadly of toxic potation,
she is a mixture of Deadly Nightshade, easy fortune, and prostitute, whose un-buttoned bodice is re-buttoned on her return from pleasures, not before.
Her sorties from back to front of the line, faire une reconnaissance and report, makes her insensibly indispensable, unlike those returning Zouaves, whose purpose in Algeria became muddied once relieved from duty and unconformable from a loss of hierarchy.
See their current ranks stand drinks at attention on the bistro tables outside the square; their platoons may now be found at ease in motley recumbent formations, accompanied by disparate but coequal states of varying cognitive afflictions caused by turpenes, thujones, man-made industrial alcohol substitutes and chemical augmenters; all unrestricted adulterants which produce violent delirium tremens, audio and visual hallucinations, organ failure; some untreated, others misdiagnosed, and eventually brain damage from which they will waste and die, or never recover.
- 1819, Sir Walter Scott, Ivanhoe,
- Perhaps his nocturnal potations, prevented him from recognising accents which were tolerably familiar to him.
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- For as this is the liquor of modern historians, nay, perhaps their muse, if we may believe the opinion of Butler, who attributes inspiration to ale, it ought likewise to be the potation of their readers, since every book ought to be read with the same spirit and in the same manner as it is writ.
Brandy or Cognac, the fortified fortune of my cloistered cluster of Jesuit vinologists, whose toil while befitting their selfless vow, benefit my vow of sensory derangement and dedication to the woman, from whose guidance I am now reliant, every afternoon between 4:30 and her crepuscular gloaming dusk, found on a hill standing still and stoically silent, in the center of a circular pedestal of grasses, whose interior teems with hyssop, Melissa, and Artemisia absinthium, highly potent spirits.
Most
chemotypes of
Artemisia absinthium contain (−)-α- and/or (+)-β-
thujone,
[18] though some do not.
[19] (−)-α-Thujone by itself is a GABA
A receptor antagonist that can cause
convulsions and death when administered in large amounts to animals and humans.
[20] However, there is only one case of documented toxicity of wormwood involving a 31 year-old man who drank 10 mL of steam-distilled volatile oil of wormwood, wrongly believing it was absinthe liqueur.
[21] Medicinal extracts of wormwood have not been shown to cause seizure or other adverse effects at usual doses.
[22] Thujones have not been shown to be the cause of excessive doses’ toxicity for any kind of wormwood extracts, including absinthe.
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