This document warns of the dangers of excessively consuming alcohol through a series of rhetorical questions. It asks if one wants to experience various negative physical and mental effects, such as vomiting blood, committing violence, or lacking enthusiasm, even though they possess positive qualities like health, creativity, or compassion. It concludes by saying that if one answers yes to all the questions, they should drink alcohol, but if they want to live fully with loved ones, they must say goodbye to "devilishly decrepit alcohol."

1. DEVILISHLY DECREPIT ALCOHOL
Do you want to lecherously quaver like a miserably dwindling serpent; even though
scarlet blood still circulated with insatiably untamed exuberance through your
poignant veins ?
Do you want to prattle like an insanely macabre ghost; even though the most
ingeniously innovative fantasies ebulliently fulminated in the dormitories of your
wonderfully precocious brain ?
Do you want to crumble like a disdainfully infidel matchstick to lick threadbare dust
on the floor; even though astoundingly fantastic muscle bulged from your legs and
splendidly robust arms ?
Do you want to indefatigably inundate the atmosphere with irascibly impudent abuse;
even though the winds of philanthropic benevolence profoundly encapsulated the
chords of your bountiful throat ?
Do you want to implacably exude into vomits of dastardly diseased blood every now
and again; even though the chemistry of your visage was tenaciously programmed to
unflinchingly confront even the most truculently turbulent of storm ?
Do you want to indiscriminately massacre countless innocent in atrocious rage; even
though the most benign principles of priceless humanity enshrouded you in blissful
timelessness ?
Do you want to ruthlessly maraud every vibrantly enamoring wave of freshness in
your persona; even though you were marvelously endowed by the Almighty Lord; to
spawn into majestically artistic newness every unfurling minute of the day ?
Do you want to intransigently rot in obnoxiously cadaverous perspiration; even
though the scent of insuperably glorious righteousness congenitally wafted from your
holistic soul ?
Do you want to stupidly bark all invincibly priceless secrets of your life infront of
your penalizing enemy; even though the citadels of irrevocably fascinating solidarity
enveloped you like an immaculately fascinating prince ?
Do you want to barbarously immolate your very own mesmerizing kin; even though
the paradise of fructifying sagaciousness profusely kissed you on every step that you
nimbly tread ?
Do you want to look like an uncouthly blood-shot scarecrow; even though your
countenance tirelessly burgeoned with the ointment of effulgently panoramic

2. mother nature ?
Do you want to lackadaisically submerge yourself into a corpse of diabolically
pernicious depression; even though an ocean of unfathomably ebullient rhapsody
fervently waited for you at your doorstep ?
Do you want to enroll yourself into the depravingly malicious classrooms of baseless
obsolescence and morbidity; even though endless cloudbursts of enthralling fantasy
tumultuously proliferated in the sparkling whites of your eye ?
Do you want to metamorphose yourself into a tawdrily libidinous spirit; even though
unsurpassable gardens of everlasting prosperity magnificently sprouted from the
innermost crannies of your nerves ?
Do you want to get criminally entangled in an unending labyrinth of invidiously
sinister underworld complications; even though the gloriously embellished fountain
of blissful humanity radiated copiously from your innocent eyes ?
Do you want to fall beneath the mortuaries of isolation in the eyes of your revered
elders for profane misdemeanor; even though the bow of respectful graciousness
perennially brandished your non-invasive soul ?
Do you want to keep ghoulishly staggering on cold-blooded stone for infinite births
that the Lord granted you life; even though unstoppably blazing enthusiasm jubilantly
circumvented each of your intricate senses ?
Do you want to savagely constrict your own limitless freedom; even though the voice
of unequivocal uninhibitedness intrepidly leapt from your stupendously emollient
personality ?
Do you want to fretfully dilapidate behind satanically gleaming prison bars; even
though you had the impregnable aura to aristocratically discern between the good and
flagrantly morass ?
Do you want to lethally snap the fangs of your very own existence in your fit of
disparagingly idiosyncratic senselessness; even though an indomitable civilization of
creative energy descended upon your altruistically unfettered stride ?
Do you want to project yourself as the ultimate fool on this earth muttering lividly
grousing balderdash; even though the most commemorated symposiums of
perspicacious knowledge; obeisantly knelt forward for your imperial signature ?

3. Well; if your answer to the all of the above is yes then you should definitely drink a
bawdy barrel of it; but if you really desired to lead life like an unconquerable king
with the ones you immortally loved; then forever say goodbye to devilishly decrepit
alcohol.