booze it up, ink it up
Ethiopian food. You and me, we are like blood brothers. Really. I mean it. our paths cross all over the world, and I have licked my phalanges many a time in your mists. And tonight the light that shined through my Ethiopian tea onto my spongy bread reminded me of…what did it remind me of…. This metaphor has no place here. What I mean to say is that things look like yummy-ness when you have a good helping of jose. Lets booze it up on ginger beer and drink to moist towelets while sharing my hood. Look at the bats over there, while I steal your…if I tell you, you will know that I took it, so off I go smiling, voice box shut.
I might be lonely but at least I can wave to people that I hardly know and acknowledge that we all are just pretending.
And just a reminder, or a morsel of information for those of you who think you are skeptics…pin pals really do exist. and their life has been changed by you, and they don’t want to forget it, either. So pick up a pin, the inks the limit…ten thousand miles isn’t that far away after all.
I might be lonely but at least I can wave to people that I hardly know and acknowledge that we all are just pretending.
And just a reminder, or a morsel of information for those of you who think you are skeptics…pin pals really do exist. and their life has been changed by you, and they don’t want to forget it, either. So pick up a pin, the inks the limit…ten thousand miles isn’t that far away after all.