The functioning alcoholic is truly schizophrenic. The outer self, motivated by unrelenting impulses of self-loathing, grandiosity, fear, and pain presents a facade to the world of a personality that is designed to camouflage the mutilated casualty of life within. We plow through life behind advance regiments of Bullshit. Alcohol was the efficient tool for maintaining the necessary numbness. As sobriety begins, the bullshit becomes inoperable.
November 30th, 1981
November 30th, 1981
November 30th, 1981
The functioning alcoholic is truly schizophrenic. The outer self, motivated by unrelenting impulses of self-loathing, grandiosity, fear, and pain presents a facade to the world of a personality that is designed to camouflage the mutilated casualty of life within. We plow through life behind advance regiments of Bullshit. Alcohol was the efficient tool for maintaining the necessary numbness. As sobriety begins, the bullshit becomes inoperable.