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Pure Malt Lager

Pure Malt Lager

Slow

everything is slow

suddenly.

There is no time

there is no importance

there is nothing

just this moment

dulled

wasted.

Wasted is a good word.

to turn beer into poetry

I sure hope I’m good at it.

otherwise, how to justify it?

getting drunk all the time?

It’s for art

yeah

I can believe that