Durant Hapke
Room,
Turning a twist to review.
A bit a ago, upon returning from the corner store, I poured a tall boy, and turned a few cards.
I’ve been working a four card “tendencies and perspective” spread, and again the queen came calling.
Wild donkey.
Upon soaking your line, zeroing in on, “oh well” -- I will Jack bird admit I felt uneasy, unsettled, and hungry (no, seriously, there’s that notion, I felt drawn to review).
Looking back over my previous post, I was struck by a polarizing funk, a notable conflict of tones.
Back to the queen, “What? What are you about bringing?”
Well now, tonight, that cool footed girl, she wanted to party.
Without a blink of warning, she lifted her hem for me -- not quite an inch, but enough that I would know.
“Is your serious jag dishonest?” She tinkled, “or perhaps it’s the other way around?”
The way of what?
Evidently, she sits on a key, and wants me to know it.
One key that fits two locks, yet to open either, nones required.
Tearing a Camel pack, I wrote as fast as I could, with a pen that barely wrote (why? It was soaked with Eye Hammer beer).
A bit much, yeah -- or a bigger drawing then I can see most likely.
So, as I’m dialing all this in, I feel compelled to clarify a point of sharpness, I toil out my thoughts as “raw” as I can -- allow the little DH DJ to take hold of the big wheel.
This said, I like fun, and go after it with the biggest spoon I own.
However, the spoon is killer sharp along it’s edges (made for grapefruit, I guess, either that or scaling fishes), so I always take the utensil serious as a heart attack.
So, so we ponder on.
Interesting.
Durant “big thanks here, boss” Hapke
PS -- I’m guessing, one of said locks, is set into the top of that mug... I’ve not heard such, but does that music cup have a clasp?
Turning a twist to review.
A bit a ago, upon returning from the corner store, I poured a tall boy, and turned a few cards.
I’ve been working a four card “tendencies and perspective” spread, and again the queen came calling.
Wild donkey.
Upon soaking your line, zeroing in on, “oh well” -- I will Jack bird admit I felt uneasy, unsettled, and hungry (no, seriously, there’s that notion, I felt drawn to review).
Looking back over my previous post, I was struck by a polarizing funk, a notable conflict of tones.
Back to the queen, “What? What are you about bringing?”
Well now, tonight, that cool footed girl, she wanted to party.
Without a blink of warning, she lifted her hem for me -- not quite an inch, but enough that I would know.
“Is your serious jag dishonest?” She tinkled, “or perhaps it’s the other way around?”
The way of what?
Evidently, she sits on a key, and wants me to know it.
One key that fits two locks, yet to open either, nones required.
Tearing a Camel pack, I wrote as fast as I could, with a pen that barely wrote (why? It was soaked with Eye Hammer beer).
A bit much, yeah -- or a bigger drawing then I can see most likely.
So, as I’m dialing all this in, I feel compelled to clarify a point of sharpness, I toil out my thoughts as “raw” as I can -- allow the little DH DJ to take hold of the big wheel.
This said, I like fun, and go after it with the biggest spoon I own.
However, the spoon is killer sharp along it’s edges (made for grapefruit, I guess, either that or scaling fishes), so I always take the utensil serious as a heart attack.
So, so we ponder on.
Interesting.
Durant “big thanks here, boss” Hapke
PS -- I’m guessing, one of said locks, is set into the top of that mug... I’ve not heard such, but does that music cup have a clasp?