He tipped his glass to pour in the beer and laughter filled his faced and we are friends enjoying good beer and good talks and good stories. We are friends playing games across the table, licking the alcohol from our lips. He told high tales and whispered something in her ear, she looked happy so close to him. I imagine that with twinkling lights above our heads and the bad art beyond us we are truly enjoying these small moments. I try capture our enthusaism for each other in pictures but it doesn't work. We cannot recreate this-- it is new-- it is rare. We are friends enjoying the tall smoky room around us, loving our company, keeping our spirits raw in joy.
What a beautiful night.
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whoo hoo weee! i found it. i made a blogspot as well. i dont know if ill actually use it but i have one for now. see you soon, open mic at belmote tonight. some day id like for you to read your poetry at belmonte. ill keep you updated.
see ya.
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