Cigerette smoke so thick you can see it in the air,
and french fries covered
in thick red chili.
Guinness posters grazing the walls,
My goodness my Guinness!
The cealing tiles painted
I want to paint one too.
want my art to stay there.
No one askes you for extacy.
all the waiters have tatoos,
and by the time they bring you your drink
it already tastes of wet cigeretts,
but for somereason i still enjoy it.
Emo boys writing poetry in booths accross from me,
and laughing friends point out
that we are "too young to be in a place like this"
The bathroom is one seater
and the toilet paper dispencer
displays the respect for our president
he deserves-
"The only Bust i respect, is my own"
sitting where i am,
i have a clear view of the men at the bar,
the mirrors with dangled lights
on the left. some say
Im a dube slut.
but why not?
I Love the corner of Blake and High.
"Do not walk through, GO AROUND! Employees Only, Strictly enforces!-mgt."
8:39 pm - Thursday, Jan. 16, 2003
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