Now here's an idea....

[oneirophrenia]

I'm considering writing a short (no more than two 30-minute "acts) surrealist play concerning Charles Baudelaire, a number of other Decadent French authors (many of whom were followers), the Sick Muse, the Demon Rum, Absinthe, and various other strange personifications. It will start off fairly normal, of course--as most of my works do--but, by the end of it, as syphillis, opium addiction, alcoholism, and the dementia produced by a massive stroke shatter the poets mind into fragments of weirdness.

And you'd damn well better believe I'm playing ol' Chuck himself. And directing. Doing the costuming. The staging. And that I will be drunker than hell every time this bitch is performed!

I've also got the perfect quote for the cover of Malpractice now, too--dredged up during my research on the above:

"Il y a dans l'acte de l'amour une grande ressemblance avec la torture ou avec une opération chirurgicale."

For you non-francophones out there, here it is, in English (the translation's not mine):

"The act of love bears a great similarity with torture or with a surgical operation."

FUCK. YEAH.

I need a glass of the green stuff now. L'Heure Verte has come again.

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[jdecay.livejournal.com]

Becki and I are currently out of the green. And mostly out of the Demon Rum, as I made a honey-rum sauce.

"If I put rum in my bum
Will I have grog in the bog?"

[oneirophrenia.livejournal.com]

The Demon Rum and I are not close friends...but the Green Fairy always treats a brother right! But none of that abysmal Czech shite, please.

Personally, my favorite absinthe is Montmartre, which is actually distilled in Vienna but only according to traditional French recipes. Clandestine out of Switzerland is good, too, but it's a blanche absinthe, which I generally don't like as much (and it's not as strongly-flavored as the Montmartre).

I get my supply from this site (http://www.absinthe-distribution.com), and though it's certainly not cheap, a little goes a loooooooong way.

And, surprisingly enough--considering my longstanding love of the booze--I have never once gotten drunk on absinthe. A little tipsy, yes. A little warm and fuzzy, yes. But I refuse to lose yet another dear liqueur to drunk-sickness and passing out in alleyways!