One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.

I drank through the buzz of befuddlement into perfect clarity and out again into the blissful confusion of true intoxication.

There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

To be or not to be, fucked up on whiskey, that is the question.

Being drunk is: thinking CLEARLY about almost NOTHING.

Intoxication decontrols the mind and sets it free. The challenge lies in harnessing the power of the free mind.