Handcuffs and condoms

[Frosty da snowman]

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 9m and your just getting there
This is your hostess all black and in a police cap
Dominatrix greeting and pinhead smiles this is the last trip
Hunter .S. Thompson thoughts and you think your surrounded by drunken lizards
Mating frenzy with beer, pot, and high hopes
You realize the isn’t Vegas and gonzo journalism time to get drunk with your friends
this is hillcrest and the brass rail mythical as it seems is only steps away
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 rumbling 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 and laughing
Thinking
Pondering
Trying grasp
trying to forget
The handcuffs and the condoms on the table next to you.
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drunken strem of concusness reflections before bed. please excuse the misspelings