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11.09.2003 Thursday morning @ 3:01 a.m. *I'm drunk+drowning my sorrows* Drowning.. Drowning your sorrows Let them splash into your gut With some cold tea Cold tea, cold tea Yeah I'm drowning baby Drowning in your tea Sweet yellow tea Yellow tea, yellow tea Your flowers a-sunder Your petals a-blunder Making yellow yellow tea Just use chrysanthemums Chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums I love chrysanthemum tea People who are really drunk can't walk nor talk coherently, much less form proper sentences. I'm not drunk with alcohol but perhaps drunk with something else. Intangible, but it intoxicates me nonetheless. I don't really enjoy being drunk with it but sometimes it happens and I can't help myself. I know some people can't help themselves either. They just lose all sense of senses. Does that make sense? Maybe? Maybe not? Anyway I got really "drunk" and I felt like hitting/bashing/destroying something. Chrysanthemum tea saved my life. . . .

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