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Spoke you lie-words - "Lack Iliquor for guests resting."Kindness coated spite-thoughts,Keeping land-men sleeping.Drank we teat-wine; drink ofdisir is now soured.Boding ill, Bard's dried heartbrewed for sailors ale-lies.
Father of Thor, Foe ofFenrir, grant me wisdom.Speak to me lore long dead -language of gods, wise words.Ale of ravens, reddenrune-marks - drink of foam-gift.Tell us how from hand-blessedhorn-drink Egil fares here.
Much have I drunk - drafts ofdead one's honor-drink guzzled.Olvir also drank much -Emptied horns and guts both.Your wit-seeds wish rich groundand want of rain - here nowstarts the storm of Odin,to stop thirst, and drought end.
I'll hover in the doorway when your broken form and all of its fragile, barely-concealed curves materialize in the kitchen draped still in last night's black dress and the sheer gossamer web of loneliness and shame.the air will be sticky with the smell of browning butter on the stove, an omelet, and the staled odor of last night's perfume and last night's man. D&G light blue denatured alcohol, sd alcohol 39-c, parfum, water, limonene, benzophone-2, cinnemal, citral. it could have been one of the last six, or the seventh androstadienone, apocrine sweat, dried salts that infinitely subtle bacterial reek. tesco english butter, eggs, cheese, spinach butyric acid, saturates rapidly breaking down, milkfats, albumins, cholesterols Burning slightly, crackling, charring You've forgotten them.I'll fill my glass with cold water as you wash a fork with hot, I'll say, “fun night last night?”your words will be a lodestone roped round my heart and cast into an ocean trench. water, salts, trace organic and inorganic pollutants, marine animal waste. Five thousand nine hundred ninety nine fathoms deep. Fifteen thousand seven hundred and fifty pounds per square inch One hundred and eight point six megapascals One thousand and seventy two Earth atmospheres.you'll say, in a distant, emotionless voice, “yeah, decent night.”and I'll sink with that stone the pressure and darkness closing in everywhereand I'll wonder to myself long after that last fish disappears if I'll drown first or live long enough to feel myself collapse. I hope I feel myself collapse.