So your 21 years of age and it is time for your first stiff drink! No one ever asked the questions of self, ” Do I hold the gens of becoming an alcoholic?” Yet we never know the answer to the questions for real. Remember, every alcoholic started by not fighting a hidden disease. But fighting the hidden temptations from the weakened state given to them by their gens. In short! As all baby’s are born taking their first breath, so is the birth of the alcoholic, with their first stiff drink.
These spirits bottled with the intoxicants of compleat evil, offered up to men or women, with all to many reasons to hide from reality. These are the droplets of sweat off the brow of the devils forehead, dripping into the outstretched glass, grasped by the trembling hands of the addict. This poisoners of heart and soul with nectar which in turn flows through the vanes of the un-expecting victims of our outcast society. Slowly the neurotoxins embrace the individuals, within a false lovers embrace. coaxing actions and misguided re-actions from all, who are under its spell.The cooling breeze of desire brought about through its intoxicants, only followed by an over heated rage of the need for more than before. This is the cooling fire that slowly consumes, yet individually consumes so completely. It is on the hottest of days that these individuals feel the cool cooling breeze upon their skin. Yet the mind and the normal senses are saying there is no breeze today. Trust not the temptation brought to you in the form of a cool breeze against your mental skin. recognise it to be nothing more than the temptation of a slow death, delivered to you on the butterfly wings of evil. It is a most genital feeling upon the mental skin, like a lovers kiss that raises the heart beat within. These feelings slowly guide you to the abysses slippery edge, yet it is the genital breeze from the butterfly wings that mockingly pushes you in.
All the best.