Ingredients:

• 1x Garbled grey matter sponge, featureless, formless, festering in its own bland biology.

• 1x Empty skull, eyes yet to open or form is preferable but not required. So long as it’s brittle and eggshell bleached under the sometimes still clinging smooth sometimes scarred skin.

• 2c. mixed unconscious physiological functions (store bought breathing instincts will do but the heart beat tempos must be fresh).

• 4Tbsp. Object permanence

• 40Tsp. Neurons

• 50kg. Synapses

• 10pkg. Loneliness

• 80g Virtue

• 160g Vice

• 22qt Tiredness

• 69qt Desire

• 101gal. Sentiment

• 45pt. Anger

• 77fl. oz. Solid Empathy

• 3oz Self Awareness

• 6oz Self Loathing

• 2Cups Self Assurance

• 3kl. Contradictions

• 1x big micro drill (ball-peen hammers work too)

I. The First Mixing Prep

Massage your spongey grey matter,

Cradle it within skulls shaped by Godly hands and free flowing poetic fingers,

Blast it!

Blast it over the walls until the mundane blood of instinct stains every inch of drywall!

Pick it up!

Pick your shattered skull up from off the floor and shove it back on to your shoulder stand,

Balanced up on the ever cracking body that holds even you in the mix.

Don’t forget to separate your thoughts from the practical prep though.

And get your cocktail shaker out now as you’re going to need it later.

II. The Secondary Mixes

If your skull has eyes open them now,

Because when you add the object permanence it will never look away.

It will watch you!

With anger and confusion in equal measure,

Measured out solid empathy as well,

Falling into furious virtues and vices with an audible thud as you mix it all in your shaker,

Shake and pour out anything at all.

Don’t forget to add in your 101 gallons of sentiment now as you won’t be ready later without it.

And drink those two cups of self assurance because you won’t need them later.

III. Finally, Drink Up

Add everything else,

The order doesn’t matter,

As out of order mixes are the best kinds.

Sit in your most pretentious chair and drink up beyond any thought or care and question…

Everything!

Question why your drinking from your skull instead of your nice dust kissed tumbler glass,

Coquettishly shinning back at you,

Whispering drunken promises of realization and actualization,

But you turn away because in your skull swirls the world’s greatest cocktail,

Served with life and thought and suicidal synapses and awfully addictive contradictions…

And ice, serve the world’s greatest cocktail with ice and enjoy!

© 2016 Jared “I.J” Steinberg. All Rights Reserved.

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