Oh, so this is where it's all happening, eh? Why am I wasting my time refreshing the porch? really should have learned by now - this is the good stuff.
acrossOceans - your poem was literally making my eyes expand sideways out of my head - I'm not sure I've felt like that since my last ever reefer in 1996 (I know, sad isn't it?) You seem to have this way of writing with a lot of SPACE in it - not quite sure how you do that.
Anyway, seeing as you guys seem to be having all the fun I thought I better say hi - any room for a gatecrasher? How about a poetry and vodka party? many of the main offenders seem to be here. dangdang you could be in charge of the tunes too....
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Sure Tremors come on in. Don't worry, ain't none of us here will be partaking in that cheap green stuff that makes you feel great, enhances everything, is non-addictive, doesn't give you a hangover, and grows right out of mother earth. Why would anyone want to blow that smoke in your face?
Anyway, Pearl Jam is playing. But until they get here, I'll be the opening act with this handy dandy harmonica. Hope you like the classics cuz I can belt out a mean Eine Kleine Nachtmusik and it goes like this...
Sure Tremors come on in. Don't worry, ain't none of us here will be partaking in that cheap green stuff that makes you feel great, enhances everything, is non-addictive, doesn't give you a hangover, and grows right out of mother earth. Why would anyone want to blow that smoke in your face?
Anyway, Pearl Jam is playing. But until they get here, I'll be the opening act with this handy dandy harmonica. Hope you like the classics cuz I can belt out a mean Eine Kleine Nachtmusik and it goes like this...
Yeah that cheap green stuff that people have stopped respecting, pour into their lungs like oxygen, and then are left wondering why the mental hospitals are full of people who have spent half their life smoking a powerful hallucinogen - a potent substance which somehow, unlike any other substance known to man has effects which are solely benign. A wonderful thing with no tangible reputation for paranoia, anxiety, psychosis or 'the fear' - but maybe one other guaranteed effect - abject denial on the part of its celebrants. I've been there - no addictive qualities - other than being unable to sleep without some herbal assistance, unable to deal with any stress or wonder without getting intoxicated. But then what would I know?
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I know - I knew this would happen.... I'm quite used to being the weed party pooper round my way too! I'll get me coat......
Well that went well - a few hours at the party then forcibly ejected for errant ideas... story of my life I'm afraid.
I still think some 'party and poetry' event with some of people in this thread and others might be interesting - general idea - get as wasted, intoxicated, high, merry and flirtatious as possible, then pen some lines.... I'm happy to sit in the corner with my cheap lager, and try not to argue (promise)!
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I still think some 'party and poetry' event with some of people in this thread and others might be interesting - general idea - get as wasted, intoxicated, high, merry and flirtatious as possible, then pen some lines.... I'm happy to sit in the corner with my cheap lager, and try not to argue (promise)!
this could be an interesting time.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I still think some 'party and poetry' event with some of people in this thread and others might be interesting - general idea - get as wasted, intoxicated, high, merry and flirtatious as possible, then pen some lines.... I'm happy to sit in the corner with my cheap lager, and try not to argue (promise)!
this could be an interesting time.
Might be like picking over a train wreck the morning after!! Did you and the Godfather ever get thinking about a joint poem? (not that kind of joint dd!) - Maybe a bit of social lubricant would loosen you two up a bit (though I'm not sure either of you need it!) To be honest I don't dare think what kind of twisted verse would emerge from you guys if you were both wasted....! Might be interesting finding out tho
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After Monday & Tuesday, even the calendar says W T F ! !
So let's set a time range when this cafe opens.
There is quite a spread of time-zones too! It's been a while since I was drunk before lunchtime. Advantage of the board is threads tend to wait. I have a feeling this could either be a brilliant or a fucking terrible idea - I'm pretty certain we would get some good verse out of it though!!
How about saturday (all day / night) - or do you see it as being real-live-time merriment and spontaneous profundity dangdang? Knowing you probably yes. You should organise cos I could probably make even the most rampant festivities a bit too earnest.
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a drinkin gatecrasher is just what’s missing … just the thing to shake this fucker up…. And who better than tremors… I know you’re something … question is do you believe you’re everything…
I trust you’re more than him….
cuz he’s still running and she still …ain’t leaving…
just last evening, I looked at
the two of them….
Wining and dining….
And when she said “let’s hit the blues bar where you sing”
Without thinkin, he says
“Don’t you gotta run home”
but what he really meant was
[let’s quit dancing…for you someone’s already waiting]
she read him
so when he says, “still … it’d be nice to hear the music”
she said, “no… I better run home”, really meaning
[someone’s waiting]
a drinkin gatecrasher is just what’s missing … just the thing to shake this fucker up…. And who better than tremors… I know you’re something … question is do you believe you’re everything…
I trust you’re more than him….
cuz he’s still running and she still …ain’t leaving…
just last evening, I looked at
the two of them….
Wining and dining….
And when she said “let’s hit the blues bar where you sing”
Without thinkin, he says
“Don’t you gotta run home”
but what he really meant was
[let’s quit dancing…for you someone’s already waiting]
she read him
so when he says, “still … it’d be nice to hear the music”
she said, “no… I better run home”, really meaning
[someone’s waiting]
they’re fast fading
this is My making
so someone
best be gatecrashing
One of the few verses of yours that I couldn't immediately make out - was getting clearer sense after re reading - is quite dense, probably a reality out there frozen in a late night blues bar. I feel you have more to say acrossOceans......
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Send my credentials to the house of detention
Oh, so this is where it's all happening, eh? Why am I wasting my time refreshing the porch? really should have learned by now - this is the good stuff.
acrossOceans - your poem was literally making my eyes expand sideways out of my head - I'm not sure I've felt like that since my last ever reefer in 1996 (I know, sad isn't it?) You seem to have this way of writing with a lot of SPACE in it - not quite sure how you do that.
Anyway, seeing as you guys seem to be having all the fun I thought I better say hi - any room for a gatecrasher? How about a poetry and vodka party? many of the main offenders seem to be here. dangdang you could be in charge of the tunes too....
I could be in charge of vodka
and i maybe just maybe could be persuaded to be in charge of herb.
and i maybe just maybe could be persuaded to be in charge of herb.
maybe?? ... hell, score that weed... and some north-western Pakistani hashish for me... pretty pleease... while Dang Dang plays that harmonica... oh so mean.... Ich liebe wie sie spielt... I've asked Ed to cancel... God ...forgive me !
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of course, i'm already stoned
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
spinnin... the black..
I'll say thanks on behalf of all
acrossOceans - your poem was literally making my eyes expand sideways out of my head - I'm not sure I've felt like that since my last ever reefer in 1996 (I know, sad isn't it?) You seem to have this way of writing with a lot of SPACE in it - not quite sure how you do that.
Anyway, seeing as you guys seem to be having all the fun I thought I better say hi - any room for a gatecrasher? How about a poetry and vodka party? many of the main offenders seem to be here. dangdang you could be in charge of the tunes too....
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Anyway, Pearl Jam is playing. But until they get here, I'll be the opening act with this handy dandy harmonica. Hope you like the classics cuz I can belt out a mean Eine Kleine Nachtmusik and it goes like this...
Yeah that cheap green stuff that people have stopped respecting, pour into their lungs like oxygen, and then are left wondering why the mental hospitals are full of people who have spent half their life smoking a powerful hallucinogen - a potent substance which somehow, unlike any other substance known to man has effects which are solely benign. A wonderful thing with no tangible reputation for paranoia, anxiety, psychosis or 'the fear' - but maybe one other guaranteed effect - abject denial on the part of its celebrants. I've been there - no addictive qualities - other than being unable to sleep without some herbal assistance, unable to deal with any stress or wonder without getting intoxicated. But then what would I know?
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Ok, Tremors, I'm going to have to ask you, bombastically, to leave.
No Mozart for you.
Well that went well - a few hours at the party then forcibly ejected for errant ideas... story of my life I'm afraid.
I still think some 'party and poetry' event with some of people in this thread and others might be interesting - general idea - get as wasted, intoxicated, high, merry and flirtatious as possible, then pen some lines.... I'm happy to sit in the corner with my cheap lager, and try not to argue (promise)!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
this could be an interesting time.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Might be like picking over a train wreck the morning after!! Did you and the Godfather ever get thinking about a joint poem? (not that kind of joint dd!) - Maybe a bit of social lubricant would loosen you two up a bit (though I'm not sure either of you need it!) To be honest I don't dare think what kind of twisted verse would emerge from you guys if you were both wasted....! Might be interesting finding out tho
Send my credentials to the house of detention
So let's set a time range when this cafe opens.
Don't you mean--W th' F ?
yes, or that
There is quite a spread of time-zones too! It's been a while since I was drunk before lunchtime. Advantage of the board is threads tend to wait. I have a feeling this could either be a brilliant or a fucking terrible idea - I'm pretty certain we would get some good verse out of it though!!
How about saturday (all day / night) - or do you see it as being real-live-time merriment and spontaneous profundity dangdang? Knowing you probably yes. You should organise cos I could probably make even the most rampant festivities a bit too earnest.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I trust you’re more than him….
cuz he’s still running and she still …ain’t leaving…
just last evening, I looked at
the two of them….
Wining and dining….
And when she said “let’s hit the blues bar where you sing”
Without thinkin, he says
“Don’t you gotta run home”
but what he really meant was
[let’s quit dancing…for you someone’s already waiting]
she read him
so when he says, “still … it’d be nice to hear the music”
she said, “no… I better run home”, really meaning
[someone’s waiting]
they’re fast fading
this is My making
so someone
best be gatecrashing
One of the few verses of yours that I couldn't immediately make out - was getting clearer sense after re reading - is quite dense, probably a reality out there frozen in a late night blues bar. I feel you have more to say acrossOceans......
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I could be in charge of vodka
and i maybe just maybe could be persuaded to be in charge of herb.
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
maybe?? ... hell, score that weed... and some north-western Pakistani hashish for me... pretty pleease... while Dang Dang plays that harmonica... oh so mean.... Ich liebe wie sie spielt... I've asked Ed to cancel... God ...forgive me !