January 28, 2012

• more of me.

  

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  do you think the sign (your land)  is remiscent of a schnauzer dog’s head?

  
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  While being dragged out for a beer, I was seated staring at the foster’s neon forlornly thinking of how this takes away from where and who i’d rather be spending time with…STARING at the place there where she is then the thought above…hey! this looks like a dog’s head   don’t ask, you likely will never quite understand my mental meanderings  

  but now? as poetry pictures of how to cocktail napkin hhaiku.. you know a momento of me and my nigh sorry no pix they’ll likely not arrive so if they do I’ll edit but i doubt it.

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  this is how i have to remember life… I can’t remember in short term memory for too long so the edited first response.

   

  alright, I was hornswiggled into a bar run for a beer. how annoying. the following: hi … hi.. stared at a foster’s sign and lamented being deprive of you time staring at where best my geography says perth is- point out lame trivia : why must a foster’s sign include tasmania?- because cascade brewery – the oldest in austrailian begun with convict labor is part of foster’s their claim to fame as i know it isn’t beer but mercury cider….. come on ‘ “ooooooooooooo “ I’m eating a twix here’s some because       .      was who lived in the old      and why my brother HAD to go was with her friend       . standard boat anchor behaviour is one should be friendly- I’m not trying to be mean but I want YOU NO ONE is is but you          but damn socializing…              was the girls fav band local dude with eric the animal on the skins swattin’s….drums… dramk my two rollings rocks yay brother paid me!           I went to the store got cour cream for potato or dip on pooper bowl coming up first week of fe ruary but is for potato I know it- I’ll save some steak to make stroke me off…oh sorry beef stroganov. high class buttered noodle with beef bits in a sour cream gravy – green beans for tonight whith what i got is totasted pine nuts and onion. steak and potato. before going         or       my older brother was over with a business listing of how to do up the get me laid blind social mixer trying to get blind people GIRL out and needs a lesson not in print about how to do what needs done with socializing not to bring in groups to make something instantly not fun yet he doesn’t get it those groups are there to help one NOT social blunder so i’m thinking of activities at a bar setting that don’t highlight the food get people talking don’t cost more that 20 a person leaving room for his cherished movie after “DATE:” I’m thinking shuffle board lame for the blind yes but! you have a hand on you guiding you to where the puck…fuck… is ooo sexual tension put a lil english on it….English crazy eights where it’s fun but a game of cards that isn’t uno but easy like it where the main prize is braille cards are accessible, fun can be had it’s socializing.. call crazy eights? prize. win the game prize fuck you neighbor get a mention etc. I’m drinking the boozed coffee i left it’s mmmm want one- whiskey coffee choc syrup and a splash of beery spash welches brand juice stir? the poems i wrote maybe a picture later are : red rope lights special- smoking, joking, provoking – a night on the town…. next a recipe for a chocolate martini for      the boat anchor- with a thankyou hello paid a tipped buck for cocktail napkins my coat often has a pen in it – I’m a trained banking pro in account highschool vocational scholl hahahahahahahahahahahahah “moo mixed with choc’late – creme de cocoa and syrrrrrup-ch’late martini…shit forgot the last line that’s annoying – the next non poetic lines are dust with cocoa powder, if you taste the booze you made it wrong – terrific time tonight tammi …blah me. last poem ” a concrete or shaped poem of best i can manage in script of a guitar—-facebook picture for later maybe, chinook’s mcinnis – strummin and drummin 2 night – for the tunes, just all. kinda cool. best ditch story sucked girl got busted outside the jr high side upper gym didn’t share renting disney and dirty movies at the vid store - I told you that story nine and a half week rated r with disney’s robin hood wee looked twelve the counter lady tried hard not to laugh her fool head off and let us slide we thought we were slick - I love you hug. deep breath want another twix?

   

  red rope lights special

  smoking, joking, provoking 

  a night on the town

   

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  moo mixed with choc’late

  creme de cocoa and syrrrrrup

  vodka also in

  again can’t remember the line ack!
  

   

  underneath this is:

  dust with cOCOA POWDER

  IF YOU CAN TASTE THE BOOZE, YOU MADE IT WRONG.

   

  THANK YOU FOR THE NIGHT IN A SLIGHTLY BETTER WORDING BLAH

   

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  This
  

   last one is a concrete which i’ll try to represent in another redone form in a moment but a haiku as a guitar.

   

  Chinook’s McInnis

  strummin and drummin 2 night 

  for the tunes, just call

  

  Original as made

  yay late, but arrived

  

   

  damn the lack of drawing but lol this is likely more legible anyways g’night  to this night/ moment for now.

  
  

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