A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

*raises a toast* to beauty, wherever one finds it


the best beauty of all
is the one that catches you mid-stride
head half-turned
thoughts somewhere else

like a turned over rock, shimmering wetly
or a threadbare leaf against a bright blue sky
or the bird that alights on a branch
close enough to see eye to eye

an' stuff....

yeah :cool:
 
*raises a toast* to beauty, wherever one finds it


the best beauty of all
is the one that catches you mid-stride
head half-turned
thoughts somewhere else

like a turned over rock, shimmering wetly
or a threadbare leaf against a bright blue sky
or the bird that alights on a branch
close enough to see eye to eye

an' stuff....

yeah :cool:

*raises glass* to beauty... n stuff :cattail:
 
try this you should remember this one
Gin Rickey

ooh, yes! refreshing, and the lime and sparkling water take the greasy edge off the gin. it's not greasy, i know, just the smell makes me think 'greasy' from when i was in the offices over the distillery, lol. now gin and orange, bleuch.
 
ooh, yes! refreshing, and the lime and sparkling water take the greasy edge off the gin. it's not greasy, i know, just the smell makes me think 'greasy' from when i was in the offices over the distillery, lol. now gin and orange, bleuch.

There's a poem hiding
in greasy fumes of gin
fusel oiled flight to imagination
a landing in reality
take two aspirin in the morning
 
*raises a toast* to beauty, wherever one finds it


the best beauty of all
is the one that catches you mid-stride
head half-turned
thoughts somewhere else

like a turned over rock, shimmering wetly
or a threadbare leaf against a bright blue sky
or the bird that alights on a branch
close enough to see eye to eye

an' stuff....

yeah :cool:

Funny that the best punches tend to find you in that same moment and leave you sprawled on your ass dizzy and confused :D

Sorry it was too sappy for my tastes :p
 
There's a poem hiding
in greasy fumes of gin
fusel oiled flight to imagination
a landing in reality
take two aspirin in the morning
shiny gin waves
don't drink the water!
wot, no olive?


Funny that the best punches tend to find you in that same moment and leave you sprawled on your ass dizzy and confused :D

Sorry it was too sappy for my tastes :p
^
punch-drunk on lurve

:D

you need to write that properly, it has p-p-p-p-punch! or my first half, your follow through... yeah, kinda works

will it still in the morning, though? :p
 
shiny gin waves
don't drink the water!
wot, no olive?



^
punch-drunk on lurve

:D

you need to write that properly, it has p-p-p-p-punch! or my first half, your follow through... yeah, kinda works

will it still in the morning, though? :p

Similar effects as a hangover, bits hurt, headache, walking rattles your too din brain around in your too tight skull no biggie......
 
Similar effects as a hangover, bits hurt, headache, walking rattles your too din brain around in your too tight skull no biggie......

gotta love you and leave you, tods - long day ahead with the area manager in early. have a pleasant day(?) oh, whatever aus time it is :cool::kiss:
 
anybody that spends as much time denying something they don't think exists as the true believers do in affirming is definitely exhibiting some sort of religious fervour

Indeed; religious fervor toward battling the effects of religion in society. Which is another thing entirely.

There is nothing that scares me quite as much as a grown up with an imaginary friend. The first thing that goes through my head is that he needs help, medicine, something.

There are worse religions, though. Like patriotism.
 
despite language barriers
i'm doing my best
for entente-cordiale
yee-ha!
:cool:
 
Just like Compton, 89th street. I want to kill someone.
just because you can
doesn't mean you should
so i've been told so
breathe, tso, breathe

have a smoothie
and there're nachos someplace, less'n guido's scoffed the lot.


a poet walks into a bar...

ouch
 
just because you can
doesn't mean you should
so i've been told so
breathe, tso, breathe

have a smoothie
and there're nachos someplace, less'n guido's scoffed the lot.


a poet walks into a bar...

ouch

Breathe
Breathe
Until that, too, is taken
 
Breathe
Breathe
Until that, too, is taken
when you've no breath left
and the surface seems a distant world away
hang on in there
because sometimes there are things to be seen
special things
only a mind starved of oxygen can see

:rose:
 
bags are packed
final day wednesday
it's a bit like running full tilt to the edge of the world
knowing damned well the earth's flat
 
slept the day away, ribs n hash browns cooking, feeling the house settling back around me, smelling the t-shirt left behind and putting the robe in the wash...

*sips coffee*
 
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