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All the evils of our lives took a small bite from our brain then washing it down with the madness of booze. Insane in a black stone room with wire covered windows with the sound of blue flashes of thunder. Stains of dried blood and flesh stuck to the wall from the past dead and insane. Beating our heads on the stone blocks pleading for the end of our misery being denied the joy of freedom that only our dead bodies are allowed to leave. What night was your worst fear? Is it this one? In this room? Our screams are the final moments before our death at sunrise. Happiness is long gone and we are nowhere to be found on earth. Enjoy the madness of the slow pounding of our conscience getting it’s revenge in a room made of stone a place for our madness to reside. Is there joy in booze when all we get for our efforts is insanity in a stone room. Why do we bother? In a room we won’t remember who we are. The living will not want to. We already are society rejects then we do it to ourselves. Hard to find a person to care about us. To become that person by living a moral life. Learning to become a moralist is where we create better people for ourselves and others. The times when we need people the most they are nowhere to be found or not interested anymore. Be a moralist. Depend on yourself. Don’t bother people about your problems take care of it on your own. Be a survivor not a crash and burn. Stay away from the drugs and booze and you won’t need to worry about living in the stone room. A true moralist would never choose the addictions life but a sober one. The life of booze promised you insanity in a stone room.

This is now your home sweet home.

see ya’ next time

With speed to arrive at a party to buy whatever to satisfy a craving to kill off our brain. How much more of your brain do you have left? Why don’t you care? The frantic searches are endless. No small amount can satisfy the craving for the life of danger. The constant rush of every dose and there is never enough. We live a strange life with an odd mix of needs, wants, and reasons. Three lists that will create the most tragic stories that all have one thing in common. All created by the twisted minds consuming endless addictions. All scenarios have different details but one question is placed on the markers of the dead: Why’d he do this? His way of giving advice to the curious first time user. won’t listen? Why not? Tragic tales and endings are heard every day and still a large following. Why? Blinded by the neon lights and the glamor of a great high. The rush keeps on coming and no end in sight. Passed out in the shadows waking up with your brain half-dead. Why do we ignore the safety when we know how dangerous addictions are? The real tragedy is not caring enough about ourselves to turn away. You don’t care? You must. It’s your life, your body, your brain. You can’t replace it. You say you have heard many stories about drug disasters and still you go out and take more. Maybe you are too far gone and nothing left to save. If this is you nothing can save you. Quit before it’s too late. Better yet don’t ever start. Why do you want to end up a disaster? Mumbling to yourself? Madness. Whatever happens in the midst and ending of a binge we have us to blame and no one else.

We put careful selection in the drugs we choose but no concern for our health.

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We go in search for an understanding of ourselves we never had and won’t find it in crowds of failures. Go with the riches of books instead of entering into the pointless life of addictions. Avoid worn out connections with mates who only abuse you. We started to attend gatherings for a social life first the booze then fall in love with strange people. More booze more strange as it goes. Not long after you are running for your life. Hardships of the road and crying in the dark hiding in a cemetery with the storm clouds coming. To escape an unsafe boozer. We spent time in our secret thoughts what we wanted to do later in years then feeling upset we never pursued what we planned. Feeling more angry that we ended up in the worst lifestyle on earth. There are sober social groups out there. Being sober they will be tame instead of dangerous. Why does it take so long to decide to change? Why not after the first binge? No glitter in the life of booze. All dreams and smiles and total happiness with a few drinks wore off for one mate or both. The one thing is for sure we can’t get into a career with a booze problem so total sobriety is a must. Forget about mates just focus on a sober life for awhile. When you get a new mate and he offers you a drink make it a coffee drink. This way we will get what we expect to find. A relaxed life with every day being the same. Living this solitary life never fails. Your tears will dry up.

Booze: Just one more failure in a life filled with failures.

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We create evil worlds inside our head full of hardship and we get a thrill from them. We never tell a soul about them keeping them all locked up inside. Waiting for the time to gather watching in the night planning the next binge. Pouring endless amounts of booze and drugs into our brain wasting away our good health because it’s fun to do so. As we sit around very drunk and choke and suffocate and strangle ourselves until our last gasp of breath. The tight grip is loosened at the last second so we can survive this strange ordeal. Fun to do? This is the ultimate sin. Can it be worse? With addictions use there is no worse way to destroy ourselves. With too much booze in our bodies we would have so little memory of it. To destroy ourselves little by little is the ultimate thrill? We have little value with nothing to lose? Why not be concerned? Why is drinking the best fun in the world to some people? No respect? No safety? No smarts? You don’t need to hear about the details in your morning after. You have been through enough. Booze can make you do strange things. Is this the fun part? Destroying ourselves is the worst sin we can do. Think about it. Why not? Addictions will kill off the brain, the body, and our thinking process. We won’t be able to think anymore just stare straight ahead in a trance. Nothing is worse.

Start living sober and experience the ultimate life

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Deep inside our minds we feel hopeless and don’t measure up to society but fit in perfectly with being careless and destroying our lives. This is strange. We have low opinions and intense fear and failure and can’t be intimate in any way. We feel insecure and self-hating becoming a nervous wreck. We fail in every attempt to improve ourselves because we don’t try hard enough and stay with it for a long time. Give it time. Results will come. Addictions use is populated with real victims not some made up story in a book. Escaping into drug trips to get away from realty that we don’t have the smarts to live it. As the guilt increases so does the doses. This kind of thinking is so common and very real. As a boozer I kept thinking there is a way out of this life. Thinking it should be a constant party. The fall will come. The trap door will cave in and we will land onto the surface of a hard reality. A lesson learned and over with as long as we stay sober. What problems can sobriety cause? problems? Study them. Learn to solve them. Put some smarts in your life. Be a mentor. Improve not shame yourself. Throw out the worthless thoughts and replace it with an intelligent subject. Learn music. Learn to perform it. Your ideas don’t work out so well so try it my way. Stay sober and your self-worth will return and the emptiness inside never will again. There is no way to enjoy the life of booze and not your sober life. Stop being another failure on your already impressive list of failures.

I live sobriety my way and I never have any problems. Try it my way?

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Put the amount of ground coffee in a maker that you usually do. Add exactly one half as much water. A 4-cup maker is 20 ounces of water. Add only 10 ounces. This is homemade cold brew coffee. Put 1/4 cup of this hot coffee in a small cup then add cool whip on top. This is cold brew latte.

For homemade cream put 5 ounces of hot tap water in a measuring cup then add 3 tablespoons coffee creamer powder. Add to chilled cold brew and you have cold brew with cream. Chill each for 12 hours before mixing.

Any ground coffee will do but I use the Folgers black silk variety.

The idea of homemade cold brew and cream is to save us a fortune. 8 ounces only costs about a dollar to make. Not the same as the coffee shop version but it’s close.

Anyone can afford this kind of party.

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A wandering band of saloon bums decided to free a captured friend chained to the sober life as his drunken friends calls it. He left the group of bums to live a sober life until his friends got him to drinking again wanting him drunk than sober. He died during his first binge in a while not a welcome home or a party to celebrate the return of the drunken bums. Enjoying his new life should have stayed home and lost sight of the bums gathering. His dead body laying on the ground in the dust. His friends stood looking at him minus a conscience and remorse. Take him with you now he’s back with his own kind. They talked about caring for a friend now that you are drunk you have no feeling at all. Where do you wander to next? Another friend to destroy? More booze to silence the torment of your guilt? Indian wrestle with your conscience? Stare at the grave and poke yourself until phony tears starts to flow. This is the time to share your emotions with each other and share remorse for your losses. Something drunken bums know nothing about or don’t care to. You had no interest in protecting your friend but destroying him was your first choice as it was for your own life.

You already had your punishment. A lifetime sentence to live with yourself.

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Under the dark gray sky we feel the frigid moments of our shame and guilt that will remain in the next sunny day. Booze will make the plans for your life not you. We were blinded by the bright lights and the glitter not to see the dangers within. In time turning to dark gray as the cold wind blows. Back to the party then the happiness returns? Out of the glitter then the tears and the rain. We sit in places with the same depressed feeling as a rainy day and never in a cheerful mood. Crying on the inside we sit in the misty rain looking into the distance that is dark and haunted sitting in a cemetery next to a marker with the word death on an epitaph. Why did we choose this marker? When we live a depressed life we cry in depressed areas. Feeling shame and wanting to hide we sit in an alley. Living sober we walk the land and sit in the sun and think of a moral life. Cold and wet and no dry clothes to be found. At this moment booze will not be a comfort to you. You have run out of choices being home and sober is the only one that will save you now. Find a quiet place to swim in your hardship and read books to comfort your stressful life spending time in a library. The rain storm will pass then the sun. With addictions the storm never ends and never leave the cold rain. You will arrive in one of these places after every binge you have. We tossed aside all forms of struggle in life booze being our choice and thought the party life was going to be an easy ride. It was at first but not now. Sitting by the window calmly watching the rough waters on the sea is easier than trying to swim the dangerous current. Easier to stay sober than to fight an addiction.

Be sober and drink coffee watching the rain fall from the sky and not from your eyes.

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Living the cold miserable life standing under a cold overcast morning. The sun brightens the shore but no heat for the start of the day. Drunk and depressed and wet from the rain as the cold wind blows spraying the mist of the stormy sea. Living in a hollow place like under a bridge or in a damp cave crying for the comforts of home because we decided the addictions life had better ones to offer. Our addictions use did provide us a home a dark corner to hide your grief behind boxes made of cardboard not the royal palace of a cave with bugs and bats for roommates and friends. Standing on the shore in the misty morning rain with an addiction, tears, and grief and no end in sight. Addictions have destroyed our thinking and we can’t tell ourselves where home is and no matter where we travel to the comforts of home will not be waiting for us to arrive. Here I stay in this cold miserable life where the use of addictions always feels like the cold ocean mist and standing on the shore is your home forever. The sober life was offered to you but chose the party with an unlimited supply of doses to mix up your brain and force yourself to live in boxes and the cold rain and the wet sand for a bed and the cold ocean wind as a reminder that the life of addictions was no fun after all. In times like these we think of ending our life but it makes better sense to end the addictions use instead. The sun will rise above us and a better life will be there waiting for you. All the good things life can offer us in a package deal called sobriety. Go home and enjoy the coffee.

The addictions life: Looking for a place to die.

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Bar and club patrons are there to be publicly displayed to advertise every party spot in the land. The owners want you to be as drunk as possible having the best time you ever had to advertise that their bar and club is the best place to go for a good time. They make video and pictures to send to the public or on a website to convince people that this is the only place to be for fun. Going along with the crowd is what keeps you going back there because nowhere else will be this much fun. The more people crowd in the room the better the posters will look and more people will be there. Bringing business in is well and fine but this bar and club routine and getting drunk and ruining your life has to stop. The only thing you are worth to a bar and club owner is alcohol consumption to print ads that the best fun is here. Getting drunk and wild and having fun is what bar and club owners advertise. This is what these places do putting you and a wild party on a poster to glamorize the life of booze while your health slowly declines. We all play the fool as drinkers and drug users alike. To show the world how much fun is waiting for us at every drink and drug we use. Pictures and video of several empty bottles on the bar in front of us to creating the glamorous bar and club scene. Our drunken nights and hardship mornings after routine is what we try to overcome and all the while this is happening we are the main attraction for posters trying to bring in more people to get as drunk as all the others believing they won’t have as much fun if they don’t. Bars and clubs rely on this. When you go to rehab bar and club owners won’t miss you. They won’t care about you just when you are drunk they will.

Stay sober and be a poster patron for a rehab.

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