Heehee, I love this sign that is featured prominently on the main street in my hometown. I think this says all that really needs to be said.
Bonus points to my friend Craig if he remembers the name of this sacred place and what was so special about it as a high school student.
Bonus points to my friend Craig if he remembers the name of this sacred place and what was so special about it as a high school student.
posted by Ammie at 11:01 PM
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Leave the floors unswept.. getting a head start on the dust and lint under the new furniture.. under the new things we are moving around in this studio apartment..
This.. my studio apartment sized memory...
Add some scraps and fragments, to sow the seeds for more.. collecting more flotsam and jetsam to whisk this way and that in the breeze.. underneath the things we call my mind, these peices of furniture.. these new things, of modern design.
Lost on the brisk endeavor.. small notions.. memories dissove in the ocean..
and this dry air, so thin, of Denver.. is so unkind. It shrivels things, like bugs and bugs wings, and various other trinkets and things you might locate
admid the dust and lint of a memory forgotten..
And a few pennies here and there,
forever unspent.
(that means I haven't a clue, my dear, no point fer me)
Were you purposefully waiting to post at 4:20?
The only place in town that would sell cloves to 15 year olds. Annual free chili feed. Knives, cold beer, guns and ammo. The. Sports. Man.
Hmm.. I wasn't so involved with the clovage- or even all that much drinking- but I suspect it was the place we took Josh Mager to get beer when he had that scraggly fungus growing from his chin.. When he would go on hikes across Sonora with a backpack of beer..
Viscerally I remember the interior, a little.. if it's the same place-
Anywayz
Ha ha 420 DUDE!
Naw.. just a cooincidence.
You would think by the way I write that I am a total pot head, but the truth is I haven't smoked weed for ..oh.. Since coming to Denver.. so 4 months.
I like throwing words around.. generally though they splat on the wall like rotten tomatoes (missing whatever I was aiming at)
I'll have to meditate and self hypnotize with auto-suggestion of "Beer, Ammo, Knives, Cloves.. and recall more memories when I have a chance.
Ciao for now,
Knaak
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