Faster Please With the Making of the Chocolate.
Attention: Matthew John Conley is now wearing wife-beaters.
Also, Big Poppa E read the last page of the new Harry Potter book in the open mic. He was booed. The bartender threatened to kick his ass. And she could, totally.
In the slam, I felt good. Probably the Jagger shots helped, as did my back-of-the-room companion. I was riding high from the pre-slam team practice. A "power hour" of sorts, in which we whipped through three group pieces, and read a fourth.
(Attention all would-be competitors of Team Austin: This last group piece we worked on last night is sickly cool. Tighten your britches, bitches!)
Got into the second round with that Insta-Poem I posted yesterday afternoon. And then would've walked with a $50, but incurred a .5-point time penalty thanks to my ego. See, I felt I had to respond to Big Poppa E's "Tall People Suck" poem by pointing out that he was the Oompa-Loompa to my Willy Wonka. "Make my chocolate, short bitch!" That put me over enough to bump me from 1 to 3, which, hey, ya know, whatever. But to lose to TWO men shorter than me.
Abhorrent.
Tonight, I actually go SEE Willy Wonka, with mizz Sarah, and I plan on being appropriately spacey throughout.
Also, Big Poppa E read the last page of the new Harry Potter book in the open mic. He was booed. The bartender threatened to kick his ass. And she could, totally.
In the slam, I felt good. Probably the Jagger shots helped, as did my back-of-the-room companion. I was riding high from the pre-slam team practice. A "power hour" of sorts, in which we whipped through three group pieces, and read a fourth.
(Attention all would-be competitors of Team Austin: This last group piece we worked on last night is sickly cool. Tighten your britches, bitches!)
Got into the second round with that Insta-Poem I posted yesterday afternoon. And then would've walked with a $50, but incurred a .5-point time penalty thanks to my ego. See, I felt I had to respond to Big Poppa E's "Tall People Suck" poem by pointing out that he was the Oompa-Loompa to my Willy Wonka. "Make my chocolate, short bitch!" That put me over enough to bump me from 1 to 3, which, hey, ya know, whatever. But to lose to TWO men shorter than me.
Abhorrent.
Tonight, I actually go SEE Willy Wonka, with mizz Sarah, and I plan on being appropriately spacey throughout.