Rogue Mahone
This is somebody’s dad… honestly Lemmy should be president, and everything would be louder than everyone else. KABOOM… the end.

This is somebody’s dad… honestly Lemmy should be president, and everything would be louder than everyone else. KABOOM… the end.

Is it a black and tan? Shane Macgowan making the most of rightful choices…

Is it a black and tan? Shane Macgowan making the most of rightful choices…

Get Drunk by Charles Baudelaire

Always be drunk.
That’s it!
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 what?
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,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
“Time to get drunk!
Don’t be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
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!