Who’s up for some
Poor impulse control?!
Good old fashioned mayhem
Coming up!
What, you thought this was rest and relaxation?
Nope,
We’re in for some rash and reckless behaviour!
Who’s up for some
Poor impulse control?!
Good old fashioned mayhem
Coming up!
What, you thought this was rest and relaxation?
Nope,
We’re in for some rash and reckless behaviour!
Not even food
can be given this claim.
Clothing for certain
even the stretchy things can not compare.
As for the people?
I may like you,
but you definitely do not like me!
My poems come later and later.
The day wears on.
I used to do them
first thing in the morning.
Now, I want to do painting
before I go on my computer.
By that time,
I sometimes forget about my poem.
Posting a list besides the computer
has never worked for me.
I wonder if a phone notification would work better?
It resides in the recesses
avoiding the light
until the right moment
to unfold
and blast across your head
sending you prone
from the unexpected migraine!
Venture of the pickle.
Battered, deep fried, hot.
Maybe slightly spicy.
Definitely burn the roof of your mouth adventure.
The deliciousness may not be worth the pain.
Odd.
Weird.
Strange.
But…
Flavourful.
Appealing.
Fun.
That’s me.
There is something about the smell!
The taste!
The flavour packed in the aroma alone!
Now I want to look up recipes for it.
Too bad I am going out this evening.
I don’t think my friends would appreciate the smell wafting from me.
Visceral voyeruism.
Watching other peoples lives,
living through them
and their experiences.
If only I could do what they did!
By the way,
I finished off the wine.
No thoughts on how to proceed.
What to say, do, think!
Grammar is shot.
Life is incomplete.
Funny things are… funny?
No idea where I am
So see how this day is turning out?
Fried rice is delicious
and like other foods
tastes so much better
than if only cooked once.
Thrice fried French fries
and Refried beans come to mind.
Just don’t ask about the liver…