As/Is







12.15.2005



the convivium began at 7:30.
our wines had already been
separated, and i had been
handed a bottle of the
worst possible. that in itself
was enough to start the
war, even though my
own brother was at the head
handing out the drinks.


if wine grapples his brain,
he will not need to be chased,
so he said, but i did not agree.
the sword was the only
answer for him.