Ahh Fuck...

49 equals the sequenced numbers. Piece-of-shit-large-bet-on-a-bad-hand. What do you do boy? Fold the fuckers before you buy the farm. Listen to those songs, take heed kid, apply the words, you'd be surprised what the outcome brings. Drunken rambling and the thoughts of the denial that twist your mind. Don't forsake your sanity. Don't take it for granted either. Don't drink, it turns on you quickly. Get it the fuck together....

37 equals the sequenced number. Believe your ideals. You're doing the right thing. A coward dies a million deaths, but a real man only dies once. Let the ideals carry you to sanction...to a place where retroactive decisions aren't a bother. Idle fingers are what you need now. Pretend that they're numb. Everybody's thinking about the girl. How can they not? Painkillers don't kill the pain, they only cause delay. Clenched jaw gets sore, sore like the situation. Utterly sore and utterly tiresome. Slow down the higher brain and find numbing activities. For whatever reason, repercussions overcome, don't find yourself in that place again. Swallow the poison pride like you swallowed your drinks and breathe in the insanity...for you have to exhale it tommorrow.

31 equals the sequence of numbers. Grab life and dance wildly with her...she's the one you've drawn from the well. Pull her close to your chest. Feel her breath on your collar. Take her home and discover the morbid regret in the morning when you wake up and roll over. Then usher her out of the back door for her to find rejection and the question "why?" Leave her out in the cold to freeze until she no longer breathes, and can't muster the power to ring the bell on your door. Go back inside, put on your new clothes and go out to find another. One that doesn't look wildly familiar, or for that matter conscious. Find another that tips the doormen instead of stealing their wallet. Drop the awkwardness and pick it up, dust it off, shine it on your shirt, and hold it up to the light. You will see what you want. You will find what you need. You will look to the right and find that sanity is traveling parallel to you, waving its hand in a friendly fashion, showing devotion to the ride.