Drunkplurking as Read by Miss Lillian

My friend Mad is a writer of some aplomb.  He is also a junkie.  I adore him, despite and maybe partially because of all this.  A few nights ago he wrote this little thing… this little slice of his mind down so that those of us out here that don’t partake of his particular recreational past-time could have some frame of reference.  It is fascinating.  It made me want to read.  So I did.  Feel free to listen.  It is longer than what I normally do.  But it is worth it. 

Sometimes things aren’t drunkplurks but something else…someone talks and I listen and I hear the experience or the poetry in the words and it makes me want to read it or ride on it or whatever…. that was the case last night in my own mi-grained sedative plied haze when I was between doses and couldn’t sleep and I found this post http://www.plurk.com/p/4xoizo .  I had to read it.  I couldn’t NOT read it.  I mixed a sludgy bass-line, threw it through the Cuisinart and here it is for you. 

Sometimes Old love is best described by those who have lived with it…and lost it…or found it again.