subject, eh?

[ranter]

my friend and me walking through this crowd-a collective mass of debauchery-were drunken im sure-but what does it make of our nite

ramble on 'n on-meeting making our way to there & here

what do we know of life-whatever it may be, i know they coincide

stagger towards her "hey, how come your by yourself?"-meander over to them "look at 'im dance, man!"-stumble back here "dont ever spill on me 'gain!!"-glance that direction "he's wearing my hat!!!"

"jack lets get another beer"
"alright allen, move"

yes, were on the same level-moving at the same pace-groovin' on the same high-what a current to flow to man

Oh, man, dig this beat base- beer-stained 'butt-encrusted split-cracked cement floor- eek! to not hafta pass out dead flat on that scene- broken handmade cheap hardware store fixture table: a big compressed plywood floating magically up atop two broken ridden down horses- sopping wet players thrown astrew awaitin' helplessly for some beligerent game of asshole to make use of their sole purpose- 2x4s bolted here on the ground supportin' no drywalls neither but nonetheless seperatin' ev'ryone to their 'spective compartments- plenty of room for nothing, no junk nowhere (cept in that corner, where something's supporting a tarp, dried out and dirty, soot covered like freshly fallen snow...ah what can be under that, man, old boxes of records, clothes to go to the goodwill, or just unmentionables that no one dont wanna see)-dont sit in that chair, leather ripped cotton stuffing protruding...you fight that duct tape cotton innerds, ain't no reason for you to be all hidden inside-legs go all wobbly weebly never even thought of being fixed-50 cents a ride!- its not christman, but there's the lights on the wall, spelling out in drunken cursive ICEHOUSE-must be the drug of choice for the proprietors thereby out drug of choice for this beat evenin'-never even thought of looking at the ceiling but why? what could have beheld it? posters of women?-lights to set a mood no one pays attention to?-pipes and cords and pieces of rottin' wood that lead to a nowhere scene of tangled jambled outlets and faucets and studs

"you gotta keep it rollin'"-follow my leader to the makeshift fall-down bar-"stick out your hand farther, man"- push past-reach 'round-stretch stout- no need to to see just feel it get heavy

feel hand get heavy-feel head get heavy-feel legs get heavy-feel Rob get heavy-feel the mood gettin' heavy-feel ev'one getting heavy to the music to the people to the mood
time to get heavy.

[ranter]

i know its a bit choppy, but i wanted to get a fast flowing mood going, much like how a nite such as this is felt, everything's going really fast, no time to stop to think about anything going on there or here, just time to have a good time, to enjoy the moment, to give yourself something to think back on and reflect upon.

[machinery]

wow.....this brings back memories...that I was too drunk to truly remember...hah! a portryal of good times....

"jack lets get another beer"
"alright allen, move"

real nice, made me laugh...

all your quotes just stuck on me....they just really fit into this rant, this nonchalantbeaut poetry....

i loved the rant at the end...good prose..talking about the 2x4....hah! I remember that....."it's gonna fall in on us" hahaha...yass yass man! Excellent work...it's rambled and ranted because thats what the night was...perfect description.....! but you forgot the wet Tshirt contest!

once again, good work...