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[tristfully]

'Sloe Gin'

The clear weather of juniper
darkened into winter.
She fed gin to sloes
and sealed the glass container.

When I unscrewed it
I smelled the disturbed
tart stillness of a bush
rising through the pantry.

When I poured it
it had a cutting edge
and flamed
like Betelgeuse.

I drink to you
in smoke-mirled, blue-
black sloes, bitter
and dependable.

Seamus Heaney

Aster sent me a bottle.

Who wants to go into the woods with me tonight to find Lukashenko?

Or maybe to find out how we die.

Comments

[teratophilia]

:)))))

[teratophilia]

if i don't go on an adventure soon, i think i really might die !

[tristfully]

We'll make sure for certain that 'Didn't Go On Enough Adventures' isn't on your gravestone.

[dareyouto]

uhm like maybe don’t

[tristfully]

Why's that?

[princeofcat]

Do I even have to say anything.

[tristfully]

You're nothing if not reliable in your foolhardiness.

[princeofcat]

It isn't foolish if you know what you're getting yourself into. Maybe I just want our teacher back.

[arisahn]

i’m in!! [...] what do you think he’s doing out there?

[tristfully]

I'm not sure. Maybe whistling?

[recordskip]

"Cold Gin"

Whoo, alright
My heater's broke and I'm so tired
I need some fuel to build a fire
The girl next door, her lights are out, yeah
The landlord's gone, I'm down and out

Ooh, it's cold gin time again
You know it'll always win
Cold gin time again
You know it's the only thing
That keeps us together, ow

It's time to leave and get another quart
Around the corner at the liquor store
Haha, the cheapest stuff is all I need
To get me back on my feet again

Ooh, it's cold gin time again
You know it'll always win
It's cold gin time again
You know it's the only thing
That keeps us together

Ace Frehley

[tristfully]

Oh no, I certainly hope that's not the way this gin adventure goes.

[recordskip]

also, i am always up for death in the woods

[teratophilia]

death! party! death! party!

[pageantree]

Why???

[girl_in_the_moon]

I'll come. I'm always up for an adventure.

[tristfully]

Lovely. I’ll scoop you up on my way past Thorntrail.

[bratsquatch]

hell yeah! bringing the rest of big bed too

[tristfully]

Amarion is still undercutting the competition at 5 dollars an hour per doll, if the rest of Big Bed wants to get in on that for the evening, too.

[zadielovelace]

[...] I'm not sure about this. Why do we even want to find Mr. Lukashenko?

[opsia]

these things all related?

[tristfully]

They’re all calls to action. Just different sorts.

[quodpotted]

bottle of what?

[tristfully]

[...]

Gin.

Well, many jars.

[bratsquatch]

slooooooooooooooe!