It is by beer alone I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of hops that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, stains become a warning.
It is by beer alone I set my mind in motion.
I will down my beer.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will return to the fridge for another.
When all beer has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
