I guess I was amassing a collection So I could show my children all the places I’ve ate
Like little milestones
All the places I’ve had dead end dates
All the places I’ve gorged myself Having just got off work Or just smoked a bowl Either way I felt deserving of a feast
All the places I shared stories with friends All the places we shared kisses before we went in
All the orange chicken I ate to help sober up All the take out I ordered when we broke up And that one place I found out I was allergic to shrimp and threw up
Yeah I remember it all The egg rolls, the soup, the soy sauce The painting of pandas or dragons The red lanterns All the motifs You seemingly needed to run an establishment Like this
There are the stand outs The Lucky Star whose pork fried rice was just cut up Slim Jims The Panda House who treated me less like a customer and more like a friend If I didn’t come around, they would call and ask where I had been
It didn’t matter if it was in a mall or in my small home town I always found comfort in this other culture’s food So while I’m waiting for all those fountain cookies to come true I guess I’ll look back over these dozen Chinese menus
Late night Macca-run, Busted up hand-me-down car Rattling along the rocky road With his warm hoodie draped around me Like a toga with a Supreme sticker.
AC's turned off in traffic As the night breeze is all we need To enjoy this comfortable night In his car, together.
I order a hot chocolate. He orders a cheeseburger. And we share the fries, And I drain his pepsi Until all there is Is a pile of melted ice And the soft pallet of knock-off cola - in which both of us refuse to drink the leftover contents.
The cup is still warm in my hands, And the car smells of fried food and cocoa powder. His eyes are focused on the road, While mine are focused elsewhere.
Soon, He drops me home, and ditches the trash. And that was the end of our quiet late-night dinner-date.
First assignment done Feeling relieved and weary Also really sore
I'M FREE!!! *** that assignment took forever but I finally got it done. I'm so tired, but you know what that means! I'm free tomorrow and on the weekend! The next part of the Masked Bard will be out on the morrow. Right now, my brain is mush... Love you guys! Thank you for being so patient and supportive! See ya tomorrow! Lyn ***
I am slave I am addiction Airy open my pages Find a clear lack of clarity, apparently. find the words of obscurity, that kept ME, feeling absurd / lacking purity. Words that helped me hold you down Hold me down Consuming and reusing and expelling in a town Where we have no choice but to be ourselves Ourself as seemed reflected on a screen Our|a|self we might through dedication gain applause for But not ourself, the one our eye’s never see. Even our own eyes. A self i/u/we buried. To seem I was special and lacked- |non|?-absurdity.
Don't touch that it's lava it's hot! Don't worry I'm resistant to Lava you see I can do what I want and it won't hurt me. So step into the lava and prove it to me! Oops, I roll a 1 on my die! I guess that means you fried! Bye ,bye.
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