Musings of a Saturday night drunk

For the love of freaking god.

Where do I even begin. The beers are flow that's for sure. The Cowboy Bebop playing in the background. Where do you go from here?

Guns a blazing. Rhymes a racing. Hearts a beating. Heck the keyboards singing. Where do we go from here?

Lots of questions. Lots of danger.
Lots of tits.
Ok maybe not tits.

Just a lot of dead bodies for those that we are all taking them alive. Who takes a shit in the middle of a heist,

We both know we all got to be taking things easy. There is no screwing around especially when lives are at stake.

They can't hear you scream in space you know. Its a fact unless of course you are one of them special ones who think the earth is flat and all we ever think about is that there is no higher power than the corporations wanting your undying attention.

It's for the pleasure of getting the booze inside of you.

Well its Saturday night ladies and gentlemen and we are about to go for a walk top the dark side of this crazy fool here with the keyboard singing in the table with the beers again flowing like rivers at the end of the table of blackjack game at high stakes enough to pull you out of your fantastical satire.

A satire about the perils of writing anything remotely revolutionary that the noggin cannot handle on a sober day. We are here. Yes we are. The now and the tomorrow rolled into that great unknown called the movies of life.

Now where were we. Ah yes. We are here on the musings of a Saturday night drunk. Dreaming of a sunny locations with 30 degree Celsius nights. Cold bear in hand. Lovely ladies serving in waitress dresses. Short. Mind you. Real short so you can just glimpse that skin. Oh how I love to play with those buns.

Did I say that out loud. Hah.

You can just picture that. You have a dirty mind. It's all good though. We have it in good stead that the director of this movie is busy getting busy. When you have the power. Why waste it on just living a safe life.

Now you are thinking to yourself, is this guy even making sense. Does this get any more lost in translation?

Not sure?

Now eat those noodles and shut your mouth. Let the mind take over and just relax. I mean it. Relax. Let the imagination run wild and free. After all there are those that say we are no longer free. Not free to think. Not free to live. Not free to act.

Not even free to kiss your luscious lip you sexy goddess you.

Best not get ahead of yourself. Or else you may just get orgasmic.

Don't get pink eye.
Don't get real.
Get creative.

Get some cupcakes into you.

I think I am getting lost in my mind now. Oh my goodness.

Best leave it here then ladies and gents. Unless you want me to bite.

Oh how I love to fly in outer space.

Now I am definitely lost here., My ears are like the sun. They are hot and heavy. Like the load ready to explode.