Mr Kissing Bang,
There will be time for you and me
Time to meet Cindy for afternoon Tea
And they'll always be time for Beer at the Bee
Just not enough time to set Betta fish free.
I talked with Cindy this afternoon and she thought it was Thursday you were going to meet for scones and clotted cream... ? There has been a long over-due firing at the BB and a major re-shuffling of the schedule so CindyBee is going to be working some days from now on.
But you can still count on 'Friday Nights and the Queen Bee Duo' and my unwavering devotion to everything silly except when it involves tails, scales, and Betta males and then it is serious.
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
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Betta Beer Poetry
Birth of Inebriated Astonishment
or, the deepest meaning I can think of as to why I drink beer occasionally at the Bee
The whole intrinsic drama of history
held within a glass, chilled
to make the natural- obvious,
inevitable- and thrillingly digestible
A craftily-brewed symbiosis
of golden liquid, aged
to contain the collective memory banks
of all evolutionary humor
Assortments of sweet mists
drifting from off
this magical super conductive fluid
of transformation
Floating into sensory systems
of eager patrons anticipating consumption
while initiated into states
of higher social consciousness
The goddess of nectar disbursement
manipulates her blessings
with phallic-shaped handles
of ebb and flow
Creating liberating binge epochs
by pilgrims congregating
on pedestals of worship, celebrating
time, and liquid-space relationships
Access gregariously granted
into streams of extravagant imaginings
and profound wisdom
where unscrupulous courageous explorations
bring deep theoretical understandings
once suppressed by reality's grip
on mania, and the shock-waves caused
by zero point sobriety
Mister Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
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