waltz and capsize:

I'm as agitated as an emo community college drop-out with a folded up poem, wrote just this afternoon, about being pushed out the window of her seventh storey love, the debris of my corpse spangling the sidewalk, my mouth taped over with a black vinyl X sealing in my screams like an epidural hemotoma swelling in my skull on open mic night at the Mighty Pen.

Ma'am, whatever drug it is you're taking, stop. It's making your poetic muse paranoid. :) No Romulan ale for you as a prize in the Poetry Olympics -- it might make you hallucinate. ;)

waltz and capsize:

What he wants to know, and what I want to know is this: when does open mic night start?

Yes, and I've been wondering that for a week now. Our islandtime certainly knows how to dangle our nerve endings over a slow fire, doesn't she? :)

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