A burgundy sparkle is reflected in her dark eyes. Their lives are adrift in this culinary moment. They find solace in falafel distractions. Tofu sautéed in soy sauce provides the deception that it has a flavor of its own. Slippery words spill across the table to stain the empty canvas of their virginal encounter. First impression mirages glimmer across the linen tablecloth ocean. In the distance, a foghorn tells them they are too close to the shore and in danger of being shipwrecked. But they hold onto the ritual of dating like capsized sailors on life...
I dont mean to get irate when you're asking me questions When I'm sectioning thoughts Visiting new dimensions But im reading a book weaved by my imagination Thinking of various scenarios Following intricate machinations
There may be two or three concepts grinding inside of my head I'll pause one and continue another thought as it makes progress I may seem stoic or that im not paying attention But to get angry with my lack of response is simply contentious
I am no dancing monkey here to entertain When I create it is...
Crown Royal I'll take it Straight, Apple, or Vanilla
Jim Beam give me the Devil's Cut
And, sometimes, Kilbeggan For those odd, international moments not really a Jameson's fan
Ain't nuthin like the burn Like the fire, with it's underlying sweet Like the way it sets my mind at ease and my body at rest as it melts away the tension of my day Like bacon fat in a frying pan right before I slap three, crispy...