This is somebody’s dad… honestly Lemmy should be president, and everything would be louder than everyone else. KABOOM… the end.
Get Drunk by Charles Baudelaire
Always be drunk.
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time’s horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
will answer you:
“Time to get drunk!
Don’t be martyred slaves of Time,
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!”
Imagine, if you will, an alternate universe called NoShame. I am Emperor Rogue Mahone, and I drink beer because the Good Lord tells me it’s my patriotic duty to support the breweries, taverns, and dive-bomb watering holes of this great nation yonder north of Hades. In other words, pop a top and join me for a hearty swig, a roll of the dice, and a wayward moonshine smile. In the meantime, I’m runnin’ wild in the streets… catch me if you can!