As I'm clearly unfit for the world, and as the world is clearly unfit for me, tonight I'm just going to stay home and drink some fucking pumpkin beer. I was saving this, but oh well.
(bottle) Clear medium amber in color. Small head. Aroma of pumpkin and spices. The flavor was more spicy and metallic than I was expecting. There was also some hop bitterness that I didn't care for at all. Decent is all I can say.I can see it in my face, when I dare to look into the mirror. My eyes, they're so tired, so sad. And there is no real escape, even far away from any mirror. Escape exists in a pair of hazel eyes, and nowhere else. The rest of the time, this permeates my bones and my muscles and my heart. I can feel it, right now, weighing me down. Pulling me under. It's more a part of me than anything else. It's who I am, now. It's what I am, now.
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I used to think that I knew how this would end. Not that it would end, I'm not quite that much of a pessimist. Yet. But if it ended, I thought I knew how and why. I was so sure. It was going to be all my fault, but I wouldn't be the one to end it.
(bottle) Clear copper in color. Small head that dissipated almost immediately. A very nice aroma of cinnamon and other spices. Medium mouthfeel. Very good flavor of all sorts of spices and, of course, pumpkin. The 8% ABV is hidden very well. A very good beer.I watch this destroy her, and I feel it destroy us. There's nothing I can do. I've already tried my best, and it wasn't enough. My words may as well have been silent. My face invisible. My heart irrelevant.
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Lately, though, I haven't been so sure. Maybe it won't be her. Maybe it'll be me who recognizes and does what needs to be done. Walks away. I hope not. There's nowhere to go.
(bottle) Slightly hazy amber. Smallish head. Aroma of pumpkin and spices. Thin mouthfeel, but the flavor is very good. There's a bit of a bite - not bitter - that is a pleasant surprise. Very good.But can I ever be happy, being so close and yet so far? I honestly don't know the answer to that question. All I know is that I want to try. With everything that I am and everything I ever will be, I want to try. I don't ever want to give up.
Dave, Thank you.
Your musings are a refreshing breath of honesty.
>>As I'm clearly unfit for the world, and as the world is clearly unfit for me
* Oct. 13th was my Birthday.
* Oct. 17th 2nd floor bathroom sink supply line failed while I slept, dumping water for at least 6 hours. I mention which floor it's on because my 9' Gold Crown is on the floor below.
I turn to the game/sport of pool as a respite from the game/sport of life; and if ever I need it I need it now. But the table was dismantled to make way for the new flooring which comes after the new ceiling which comes after the new walls. . . .
During the week of this occurance I consumed; massive quantities of Guinness, He'Brew (The Chosen Brew), Yling Yling, ButtHead, and Bail's (?) Bale's (?) Java Stout (Breakfast Beer, for those who enjoy combining thier morning coffee with a beer buzz).
Anyway, I'm about fed up with it all and. . . well. . . it's nice to know I'm not the only one.
~Iron Butterfly
posted by: Iron Butterfly | October 28, 2008 5:54 PM