Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
I can't remmber if i posted this already or not, did a search and couldn't find it, but it has been over a year and before the uprade since this was put on paper... so if it been here before my bad. Umm oh yhea it's more of a experience kinda thing, a random sampling of the thoughts that went through my head that night.
Handcuffs and condoms
A promise of pleasure on a midnight alter to Morrissey
The scene all laid out with incense, pictures, books, and handwritten notes
It’s 9
m and your just getting there
This is your hostess all dressed in black short shorts with a police cap
Dominatrix greeting and pinhead smiles, this is the last trip
Your heads all full of Hunter .S. Thompson thoughts and for a moment your surrounded by drunken lizards
A Mating frenzy with beer, pot, and high hopes
You realize this isn’t Vegas and gonzo journalism,
this is hillcrest and the brass rail mythical as it seems is only steps away
time to get drunk with your friends
Walking for smokes and smelling of a brewery you find a single moment to take a picture of
This is life
Single snapshots on digital film
No texture, hyper colors, and just waiting to be tweaked in the Photoshop mind
Smoking over a gaping crated pit you wonder have I gone to far?
The daring rumblings of suicide over a ten foot drop
Faggots and asphalt not a fitting demise
Another walk another beer and a proposal
This is Santa clause
Your passed out and it seems it can’t get any better then this
The smiths
A chick
And a towel under your ass
Your mind rumbling over the coffee the brownie
And the midnight munchie run
Till you leave stumbling, laughing
Thinking
Pondering
Trying grasp
trying to forget
The handcuffs and the condoms on the table next to you.
Handcuffs and condoms
A promise of pleasure on a midnight alter to Morrissey
The scene all laid out with incense, pictures, books, and handwritten notes
It’s 9
m and your just getting thereThis is your hostess all dressed in black short shorts with a police cap
Dominatrix greeting and pinhead smiles, this is the last trip
Your heads all full of Hunter .S. Thompson thoughts and for a moment your surrounded by drunken lizards
A Mating frenzy with beer, pot, and high hopes
You realize this isn’t Vegas and gonzo journalism,
this is hillcrest and the brass rail mythical as it seems is only steps away
time to get drunk with your friends
Walking for smokes and smelling of a brewery you find a single moment to take a picture of
This is life
Single snapshots on digital film
No texture, hyper colors, and just waiting to be tweaked in the Photoshop mind
Smoking over a gaping crated pit you wonder have I gone to far?
The daring rumblings of suicide over a ten foot drop
Faggots and asphalt not a fitting demise
Another walk another beer and a proposal
This is Santa clause
Your passed out and it seems it can’t get any better then this
The smiths
A chick
And a towel under your ass
Your mind rumbling over the coffee the brownie
And the midnight munchie run
Till you leave stumbling, laughing
Thinking
Pondering
Trying grasp
trying to forget
The handcuffs and the condoms on the table next to you.
