Guinness Float

Guinness beer

Vanilla ice cream

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            But soft what sleep may sink through me some Winkle time to rest the nerves and set the gut to churn though the comestibles a caustic steep and peristaltic push push push like water down a tubdrain whirlywhirlywoo spirals like Fibonacci beauty curlicue hair falling across her face rose petals or a pineapple.

            Btttppp. Wake up, man. One last hurrah. An ice cream float of Guinness. Only appropriate I suppose. Carbonated amber beauty. Fourtyfive degrees fill. Stochastic bubbles dance and settle. A scrumptious scoop plopped into it to displace the fluids to the brim. Much preferred.

            Touch to the lips. Fizzy evanescence tickles and excites the sweet froth. What is life without indulgence? Simple indulgence. Let the alcohol dissolve through me and the sugar settle within me. Let the peaceful mind overcome and dreams wrap my living corpse. Of course