Say Cheese

We went for drinks mid afternoon at a usual hideout after one of her photography sessions
only she never put her camera away behind the familiar bright accent
so
the jukebox played away whilst knocking down pints,we hummed along as conversations twisted and convoluted into obnoxious laughs added to the two finger sign not for peace but bring two more pints of liquid art to the two maniacs on the end and add them to the pile of fast pass discussion glasses for it’s been a while and we have many important matters to speak on such as how to trick people into letting Monty Python’s god be stained window art in their chosen prayer domiciles
And all the drink flew away with the train cars of lost words into the evening street
Now being the quick artistic type,the camera was snapping the whole time as the mouth marathon went on and on
I fell right into the boat with my dear old shark mouth chomping with her Tipperary bit
We were only friends or just older souls who knew too much about nothing and the entire universe
the stills of my own face mid sentence,gesturing and laughing twists the uncomfortable nerve
for the life of me I can not tell you what type of dribbling nonsense I was on about as the sneaky camera caught it as the honesty ran away with the sincerity down to Ave.A and caught a cab
the mirror only answers to holder
and a camera catches the smallest angles of ourselves that only we know are true

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Stella Artois Deposits

If would be smart of banks to have proper bars in them people would spend their money there and not worry about ridiculous atm fees but most importantly
people will actually go there when they were originally supposed too not blowing smoke around peoples asses.. could be a capital idea i need to sort a marketing plan for that

Old Haunts

i have an old friend of mine that i do miss terribly from time to time he is definitely high ranking in the army of assholes i know and trust
to know him well is to love him
if i heard liam yelled blocks away i could tell you it was him
he is an aficionado of hideout bars,good books as well as dark humor which brings the jokes rolling along after at least one pint
bad jokes from old mens mouths at two in the afternoon falling off a barstool
most of us have heard them all
as for the seriously uncalled for ones they are easier to remember even staring through a pint glass
the looks of anger get worse as i recite the punchlines as he does or all of us in unison
as the beer flows so do the jokes forgetting that we know the lot of them
the later the clock smiles and the louder the jukebox gets
we still see them coming
its just not funny anymore
the badly timed punchlines
its really not fucking funny this early in the morning or late at night
i know the schtick already
get fucking over it
that goes for you too