written at ri ra #2
"You ran off with my pen last night."
"No, I didn't! I gave it to Colin."

Man, he's stingy with the black. They haven't started yet. Boo. And so here I sit, wondering if I should edit. *off to edit*

"We can't have our regulars stranded. That would be bad for business."
"I could have stayed the night. That would have been good for business, no?"
"It wouldn't be the first time that's happened!"

letting settle the hair of the dog...
These 'tenders are good. They work in packs, the best of them. Or at least in pairs. They are teasing me with this music. Sporadically playing talking laughing in between don't you dare! Oh here we go the flow flow makes me think of the meadow I haven't seen fields for so long melody meadow mirth mist not in that order of course but close flow flow I don't know I don't know what this is supposed to evoke I just keep thinking of endless fields of green grass sheep munching away and the sea going swish swish along with it now what good is any of this if I keep quoting Butcher Boy and nothing more? Oy I mean och I need a break a drink.

"Writing again?? You've been writing non-stop since last week."

There are so many reasons to keep on the pen cap but it's just too restrictive - they try to talk to me I just wish I cared er could... because that's really all it tis - the half and half stares are me relentlessly, go climb a meadow! Please let our lady have mercy oh but she can't! Why not I say? Because that's not her job the disembodied voice says. I wish I was facing the other way I could you know it's not that difficult was that humming?

I wonder if it's a Sunday problem - what a miss out considering how kickin' this place is when mediocre cover bands are here but that's just cuz it's Saturday isn't it? I was just going to write hooray for blank pages but they're not blank anymore are they? At least this one isn't this is so inspiring or maybe it's just drunk.

What is it about attraction anyway? Sometimes it's pure lust based on the physical, sometimes it's spiritual, and sometimes you just want to know a person's innards, and when it's all three, whoa-ho, look out. Especially if they have a nice smile.

So EMPTY good lord it's kinda nice but sometimes one just wants to talk to someone oh my god did I just say that? Oh sure I could talk to C & C but they're busy working though humoring randomly coquettish, mental love-starved (ha-ha) customers is probably clearly stated in their job description, still! Exactly that. Boy this is depressing let's move on melody meadow milk crate? I am too cocky so I will probably not find one tonight.

Guinness Is Good For You. Guinness is a strange thing. It has to sit for a long time I wonder why ba-ba-ba-ba no that's not a sheep just me scatting to the meadow music my it's marvelous and forced alliteration is just unfortunate but accidental is nice I don't know if that flowed but I think somehow it did - oh look at me I am on a roll! For anything of worth or importance? Probably not but at least I have finally realized the vital importance of being earnest. I need to see that again, oh Colin, Firth that is, was that some weird connection or just misplaced precognition (presque vu!) yes I rather like to think it is.

I love this fucking place I am going to miss it perhaps more than anything even if it is a chain.

EVIL. just plain evil!
ditto.

I'm either fizzling or just in need of a break.
brake? ha ha!
groan...

Blue feet. That's gotta be worth something. Even if they aren't cerulean. I was just going to say quit breathing I mean talking youse bastards but then they started now they've stopped don't tease me!

Don't look at me. I am INVISIBLE with a capitol I.
You can go away now yeah I mean YOU!

Sitting down to pee, is a biological inadequacy.

Writing really does take away any extroversion I may have within me, somewhere...
and extroversion = social!

"The ladies will lead and the gents will follow...
a real life sort of thing."

Don't call me love unless you mean it, you bastard!
and suddenly he's heavy on the black!
I guess he knows I cannot get stranded tonight.

How they can create such flawless, beautiful music...

I wonder how set they are on making good tips?
What, i.e., would they do for them?! Hee...

I should come here the night before I leave.
I can't believe I'm leaving. What then? O, that's the horror of it. But it's also the beauty of it. Not knowing. Scares the shit out of me and yet it's all I want.

Man, they should market that shit.
I say to myself, no more.
"Ready for another one, love?"
And that's all's about it!

That was neat. Gave away my copy of Twisted Love. Someone noticed!
The dude just did a theatrical poem for me. It somehow went along to the music. "I am a McFlynn!" he said, that is the only key to his identity. The rest is a mystery. He ran off with my book leaving my empty in an Irish meadow - a meadow which the thrives on the beauty of not just people but of words... and not always conventional beauty. Whatever is allowed to be free, is whatever is allowed to experience their own perspective on beauty... in whatever form it may take. How inspiring! Quick encounters such as these, durations which continue onward, in different forms. How dare he interrupt my writing! I yelp as he interrupts my writing or perhaps my writing was just interrupted. Quick human interaction when one has no solid base, seems to be that much more significant. But I don't know. I've thought of that tonight. I've been at too many places for nights within the last week. Haven't been home since Tuesday - however many days ago that is - the pen going to the music I want my potato cakes what a sweetie he opened the gate - end

In the bathroom I was thinking, why do I want someone to share things with? I've done it on my own all along, haven't I? Then I though, wait, maybe that explains a lot. Because who was there to keep me from going insane? Something to ponder...

One of the musicians reminds of me Delaney. Aw, Delaney. What a doll, even if he did only want youth by association. Youth is usually a burden, when interplayed with those older. But not always.

"We try to keep is clean around here thank you very much."
"Don't you dare talk to me in that Gaelic brogue!"
I always feel so protective of people - I don't like that woman harassing my Corky.

But being introspective can be fun, too.
You just need to learn how to do it gracefully in public.

"You charged me for 4 of these, but I think this is 5."
"Oh, that's fine, I must have missed one. Very honest, though!"

Sometimes the beauty of this music makes me want to cry -
as of yet, I haven't quite figured out why.

They seem to know that I like to wait for the foam at the end to turn into liquid and then drink it. Otherwise, they're lazy.

"If you're gonna get cancer, get it from a natural cigarette, right?"

Whistle while you work, Corky ole boy!