Clear pale eyes of alcoholism

seeking: taxicab, exculpation	I'm not drinking any more	drunken haze	Ham on Rye
Not drinking	The man who sees through closed eyes	Breath Laced With Alcohol and Wings in Perpetual Molt	I had forgotten the bear's name, and could not find my way home to the Thousand Acre wood
Tripping the light fantastic	Comparing your insides to other people's outsides	Big Book Chapter One: Bill's Story	literary criticism
Bloodshot	Charles Bukowski	Fragments of the world are falling away, and we're tripping over the holes they leave behind	the sky above me like a full recovery
Pacifism as Pathology	July 26	adenosine

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