I'll try to drink as much as I can during the next week-end; actually there will be my bday party, but that's not the reason why I decided to end up plastered.
They say you can have a miscarriage thanks to an abuse of alcohol.

What if I prepared my drink with ethyl alcohol in lieu of absinthe or whatever?
If I had the chance to learn the ropes of life itself, I would attend the best classes with the most clenched teachers and mentors.

I am here. Catch me fettered as I'm gutting to feel absolute, untouchable. Immune.

I'm wandering in my orbit sphere. Nothing can touch me now.