Friday, December 7, 2012

totally contextually irreverant:


if memory serves
  -or-
[represses]



gentelmen's game, so i'm told, but i prefer putt-putt; more nuance, less science, less
agony, more proletariat. i got a crank call from a paul that said he slayed all the
extreme views; it was a green party, indeed.
i once rudely interrupted another party, a max faux pas, cause it was for those
identitified as special; but i bluffed my way in, and the rest was a mix of justification
and trepidation. it was a frisbee in my head, only, i wondered if this is par for the
course?
parse the third or fourth hole in the map, and it confuses the player; start at first
base, steal second, get an assist to third, pray for help to come home; this seems like a
rbi, but its simply prose already screed.