Ecstatic Failure

There are people and then there are other people. Right now, my inebriated state has disabled my neurons so hopelessly, that I can't really differentiate between these two, but anyway they exist. Umm....where was I?....Oh yeah, there are two types of people, one is called the male or for now, we shall name him Og. And then the other people called the females, for now, they shall be called Fare. Now, Og cannot do without Fare, while Fare, well as I don't belong to the Fare category, I don't know, but I think that Fare also need Og sometimes.

So, this Og and Fare, when they come together, well, things happen.....wheres my bottle? Ah, found it, anyway...where was I? Damn, I was right here, how am I in two places at once? Hell, I don't know what I'm saying now....ah, well coming back to the Fare + Og question, well, I really don't know what the question itself was, so I am pretty unsure I'll know the answer. Maybe the answer is 21, or maybe its 84, maybe there is no question and no answer, maybe they just are supposed to be added and then the stew boils.

Again, I don't know what I'm saying, (its the alcohol talking), anyway, well this Og I know, very good friend of mine, practically resides in my head, well, he likes this Fare, but can't get it out, 'cause he thinks that the Fare doesn't like him. Well, can't blame Fare, I don't like him either. And now he tells me, that the world is playing tricks on him, the radio is only playing songs that Fare likes. Now, don't judge him, he's just paranoid. Like me.

So, coming back to....to whatever I was saying (that sounds about right), I think all the Ogs and Fares should forget about the meaning of life and just do the tango. Lot less stressful and much more enjoyable...seriously...