well hell I've turned noctournal. Here's my morning sunset. I think it was worth it...this fine adventure packed weekend.
Saturday I went out and tied one on with a vengence. Randi the American Dumpster Washboard player was bartending and she poured me this juice tumbler of a Jack and Ginger. My first sip burned and I thought "I can't drink this" Then It was Half gone and my lips was a flappin. A few more of those and all hell's breakin loose. Hookup with my friday night date. All reservations go out the window and we're barhoppin. I was punctuating every call for the check with a knob creek. Her power's of but the heat is on. Windows all covered tight. God only knows what time we wake. There's an Ice storm outside but her bed is 80 and dark as a tomb. We go to work for hours and hours. I finally pile out of there at sunset and go home for my guitar and suit. Then back into town ...to the scene of the crime. to do what we do, my band and I.. And yes we won new hearts and minds and reaffirmed what the innitiates already knew.. wanna hear what I'm talkin about?
so then after last call everyone's hangin around and the air is heavy with VIBE. My buddy dug's got an appartment nearby full of liquore and tunes....little does he know we're all doomed to converge over him. His kichen fills with women and a few lucky guys and we dance to the doors and 99red baloons. Yes we're dancing with myself and sweet dreams are made. Then we lift girls one at a time and crowdsurf till dawn!!!...second verse same as the first. Last night I finally made it to my empty bed and instead of being blue collar munday mornin I just slept off the rocknroll weekend and dreamed of guns and anarchy.
Saturday I went out and tied one on with a vengence. Randi the American Dumpster Washboard player was bartending and she poured me this juice tumbler of a Jack and Ginger. My first sip burned and I thought "I can't drink this" Then It was Half gone and my lips was a flappin. A few more of those and all hell's breakin loose. Hookup with my friday night date. All reservations go out the window and we're barhoppin. I was punctuating every call for the check with a knob creek. Her power's of but the heat is on. Windows all covered tight. God only knows what time we wake. There's an Ice storm outside but her bed is 80 and dark as a tomb. We go to work for hours and hours. I finally pile out of there at sunset and go home for my guitar and suit. Then back into town ...to the scene of the crime. to do what we do, my band and I.. And yes we won new hearts and minds and reaffirmed what the innitiates already knew.. wanna hear what I'm talkin about?
so then after last call everyone's hangin around and the air is heavy with VIBE. My buddy dug's got an appartment nearby full of liquore and tunes....little does he know we're all doomed to converge over him. His kichen fills with women and a few lucky guys and we dance to the doors and 99red baloons. Yes we're dancing with myself and sweet dreams are made. Then we lift girls one at a time and crowdsurf till dawn!!!...second verse same as the first. Last night I finally made it to my empty bed and instead of being blue collar munday mornin I just slept off the rocknroll weekend and dreamed of guns and anarchy.
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astraltraveller:
cheers man. 
cheers man. 
datura:
Hmm, you got like an evil honky tonk sound going on. Since I got no sleep this week, and was all mired in homework ever since I returned to the land of academics, I'll vicariously live via your text, in the dark tomb with the ice storm outside. Ha! Say hi to your speaking lizard for me/ 
