With Gusto

Your cue. Give it to me.

The Holiday's are over. And I have money to buy new clothes. I get to go shopping! I'll go out for lunch, have a few coffees, make a go of it. I don't know if I want three-hundred one dollar hooker bots, or one three-hundred dollar hooker-bot. That's a Bender quote, more or less.

Back home I be chillin out, watchin' movies, and pushing the online away while I get some guitar playing done. Music is a tough one. It's always there, if you need it. Like most things. Think of butter, or, when in Rome, olives, or, when at the supermarket, herring. Good ol' fashioned pickled herring in a large jar with cloudy water and onion strings floating around, saying "put me on a cracker, then put it in your nose."

Salty.

I have many new books, which will help my sanity, and my pocketbook this upcoming term. I've decided to read and read and read and play cheap video games. That way I may hopefully find a very part-time job, or if not, have at least some money left on VISA so as to tour this summer. Traveling takes money. You need money to make money. Time is money. Save your money. A penny spent is a lost million, a cool one. And let's face it: poetry nor country music will ever change a piston. I should've joined the circus. This is the way I see it: circus pool: meet the man with the pool cue. Watch him play pool, for a price.

Your cue. Give it to me.

And other than that, all I wanna do, is have some fun . . .

Posted by matty-b at December 28, 2004 9:16 PM