The Head that Never Was

...no?
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.......
WHHYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!
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You get this little filler while I work on actual pieces inspired on Monday's run.
TIT - Tools In Training
&
Peek-a-boo.
Although I might actually take the time to revisit and add depth to this piece later.

For those that are curious: I went with "To My First Ex" & "Rainbow"
Which can be found in the older posts.
I opted for "Rainbow" because I've never given it a live test run.

Credit to my friend for providing the basics.
noun: Eiffel Tower
adjective: green
mood: constipated.

This poetic quickie is what I put together after a little more thought from the drive home.
Pretty sure this isn't something you can expect out of me if I get a time slot out of Monday's Open Mic.

Mean, green, a bit obscene
Why couldn't this constipation be just a dream?
I've got an Eiffel Tower ready to launch from my ass
Oh lord
Please just let this pass
Through my intestines and past my colon
Have me thinking a bit of my life's been stolen.
This moment in time I'll never get back.
Stuck here waiting for that rat a tat tat
Splish splash
Now I'm done with that

I look to my left...
Well crap.
Doesn't even matter
We're out of toilet paper

And then I get playful.

Today I was conversing with my friend when he mentioned his roommate, for lack of better term, hooked up with someone I've had history with for the past year or so.
Roommate was paranoid about me finding out and goin' part-time gangsta on him and hurting him.
My friend insists to him I wouldn't care.
Cuz I don't and I've moved on.
Personally, I would've just given him advice.
"Walk away."
Plus, I could already figure out something was happening between the two.
Reading people, perks of being a twice retired bartender/former actor.

So my playful side kicked in an' I decided to text his roommate.
"WTF?! I AM GOING TO CHOP OFF YOUR BALLS AND BAKE CUPCAKES WITH THEM."
Followed immediately by:
"Just kidding. Real talk, just try not to invest too much. Or you can spend a year or so in relationship purgatory like I did. Woman has no idea what she wants."

I tend to joke around a lot.
I figure a text message from myself in all caps with the words "balls" "bake" and "cupcakes" wouldn't be taken seriously from the people that know me.

25mins later he responds.
"Dude! You scared the fucking shit out of me..."

I laughed.
Loudly.
For a long time.
It's been awhile since I laughed so hard on Valentines/Roadside Vendors Appreciation/Singles Awareness Day.

Afterwards...
Good sushi.
Good friends.
Good drinks.
Good times at my secondary home/favorite bar.

Hope your day's treated you well.

My plans today?
Living vicariously through all of you an' accepting any donations of chocolates for my poor poor stomach.

As true with most Valentines/Singles Awareness Days, I try to be fiscally responsible and keep myself single.

Like some of my friends, we have issues with the consumer holidays.
Why spend only one day focusing on someone you love.
Make it everyday.
Make it every night.
Make it right now.
At the least, treat yourself to something special.

I've got fried chicken, yogurt, & a Burn Notice marathon.
I'm good.

I'm also available as a part-time Valentine this year to anyone that would like one.
Goin' stir crazy in the apartment as of late.

More posts headed your way!
...possibly?

As we edge closer to Valentines/Singles Awareness Day, I thought it'd be fun to share one of my more popular pieces during my open mic runs.

To My First Ex
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.....*sigh*
....
......I hate you.
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This is probably one of the most honest pieces I've ever put together.

Open Mics, how I've missed thee.
Now that I've found solid venues in the San Diego area, I'm making a more concentrated effort to frequent them.
I figure once a month is a good start.

In theory, that leads to me posting here more often as I've been on a writing binge as of late.