He liked living in the city. It allowed him access to so many bars. Each night was a different theme, city country, yuppie, hipster, etc. He never drank in the bars, he just liked to read the graphiti in the stalls.
bar hopping on Halsted on a wet November night we fund six hundred dollars in a roll in the gutter, split up some between us to pay a few bills, put a lump in a back pocket for an AIDS charity, closed Little Jim’s again, felt like we’d found the family we always wanted, some of us were gone soon after, the rest of us are scattered now, but it was beautiful and real despite all the beer
My life story has been told in bars.
First it started in a bar with my mom and a stranger.
Then it came to bars where I ended up tending.
Next it came to bars when I got caught underage drinking.
After that, back to bars where I can get your callings.
Bars…my life story has been told in bars.
oh my, what a word i need. i fell in love with liquor. i feel in love with the rush and the chance to act loose. i fell in love with my bartender. i fell in love with the chance of free drinks and munipulating men. i fell in love with the way you can act. pop pop pop. jukebox. play me another song. bartender, keep the drinks going. i’m closing this place down.
I feel like i’m behind bars right now; suffocating where there is no air, no way of escape. They are closing in on me, getting tighter and closer and I just want to run away.
hahaha
I can’t begin to describe the pain the epiphany the restriction the confinement the horrid elation of being behind bars.
Oh my god I cannot breath.
I’m stuck
I can’t get out.
I never had the pleasure of siting at a bar, with the aim of drinking as much wine or run that I could consume. I prefer to sit quietly alone and just enjoy myself without much fuss.
So many types of bars. Steel, aluminum, the ones that are made out of pressure. They can hold you out or keep you in. My favorite bar, though, is the one I’ll visit tonight. The one that helps me get drunk.
It goes without saying that the outcome was different. The poor convict tried to get out of his cell, he couldn’t. He reflected on his trouble for a long time. Then he found his main issue.
The bars that were set for that project were very high. We had no idea why that was. Looking back, and knowing what I know now, that was probably a very good thing! We had no idea how far reaching our work was going to be, or how aggressive the reaction to it!
smoke filled the atmosphere. smoking, drinking, some sleazy activity in the back of the room.
it was time for him to leave. and he had better do it quickly.
with a slam, he dropped his glass back onto the bar table, shoved the bills at the other man, and left the scene. he took a deep breath of the cool winter air outside after he shut the door behind him. it was good to be free.
bars people go to to vent
to get drunk till forever
to forget
to meet someone new
they wanna forget again
anyway
bars are no places
to find new friends
in bars they use to hang out
and vent
and
vent
and bend
the midnight
into the morning
and i dont make sense right now
like ive been in a bar
and got drunk
too much
The crow can see the light, it can see a path yet it knows not it’s escape. The owl, grand and tall, is free already past the cunning bars that hold a fear captive. But the crow, it flaps it’s wing in a meager attempt towards the sanity of freedom, but his little wings bring him nowhere. The owl watches. The crow scawks and cries but it only returns as an echo to it’s one blacks ear, repeating the solitude he saw himself in. The owl watches. The black mass of the crow shakes at his chains and rattles at the cage, begging at whatever higher force there is to help. The owl watches. The cage is just big enough to conceal the fear of a solitude. And the fear, it grows. And the fear, it takes. And the fear, it wins.
Just break the bars, let the crow falter freely. Just break the last bars of hope, break, break, break them.
The crow stops, and the owl watches.
I was sitting on my sofa and eat choclte bars becusse i won star winst on liseberg. I was very happy and i like plopp and eat it when i fell to eat it. It’s very good vi plopp bars. hihihi it’s was svårt ;S All people borde like plopp becuese it’s very good. I eat bars much. it’s good for my stomach. I buy it on ica in Älvsered. When i on ica i buy choclate bars.
I love chocolate i eat at least one hundred chocolate bars a day. My favorite chocolateis kex-chocklad it’s really tasty. my brothers eat bars every day almost like 200 bars a day. our familly lives on chocolate. My mum makes home made chocolate also we blend all kinds of chocolate to one big.
I love choclate bars. My favourites are Snickers, Break and Geisha I think, but I like MANY different choclatebars. I’m eating choclatebars on mostly fridays.
Sometimes i go down to the market and buy some chocolate bars when I am in school I like to buy Marabou Schweizenöt with coca cola when i am going for holiday. I think it tastes good.
When I get my check, the first thing in mind is never the bills I’m late on. The vodka, tequila, rum, and above all, the whiskey beckon! I ignore how irresponsible I am and just beat myself up in the morning for spending all my money at the bars.
these bars tighter closing in on the poor black crow. Stained with fear but capable to resist the harsh reality of no escape. Help the bird while it gives up hope. Nevermind it escaped…
Bars.
I walked to school just the other day. Came up the stairs and had my first class that day. My teacher gave me a mars bar, for doing something right in the day. I opened up the wrapper, and found I had won another mars bar that day. That school day was a pretty good day.
His words swam into my ears like slimy little eels and I wanted to scream, but their slippery poison made it feel like there were bars on my throat that slowly tightened and tightened until they strangled my ability to communicate the truth. My pathetic eyes were forced to agree with him. The panic of solitude set in and a fake smile for ego’s sake. I really thought this time it might work…
He scouted the bar, looking for her. He always bought her a red rose at 11pm. There she was, long hair and mini skirt and easy smile. One day she would be his.
bars on windows and being sick out of bar windows
Bars in jars full of cars. God made Mars with the tars of his being.
All of those third guys that ducked when their two friends walked into bars.
Who does that?
He liked living in the city. It allowed him access to so many bars. Each night was a different theme, city country, yuppie, hipster, etc. He never drank in the bars, he just liked to read the graphiti in the stalls.
bar hopping on Halsted on a wet November night we fund six hundred dollars in a roll in the gutter, split up some between us to pay a few bills, put a lump in a back pocket for an AIDS charity, closed Little Jim’s again, felt like we’d found the family we always wanted, some of us were gone soon after, the rest of us are scattered now, but it was beautiful and real despite all the beer
I spent too much time in bars in my twenties. I’m glad that I have never spent time behind bars, though!
dogs are so cute with nice skin. i don’t want to be put behind bars. i don’t want to get locked up. the words that come out of my mouth
My life story has been told in bars.
First it started in a bar with my mom and a stranger.
Then it came to bars where I ended up tending.
Next it came to bars when I got caught underage drinking.
After that, back to bars where I can get your callings.
Bars…my life story has been told in bars.
oh my, what a word i need. i fell in love with liquor. i feel in love with the rush and the chance to act loose. i fell in love with my bartender. i fell in love with the chance of free drinks and munipulating men. i fell in love with the way you can act. pop pop pop. jukebox. play me another song. bartender, keep the drinks going. i’m closing this place down.
I feel like i’m behind bars right now; suffocating where there is no air, no way of escape. They are closing in on me, getting tighter and closer and I just want to run away.
bars
mars bars
chocolate bars
bars, stars, cars, mars?
playground bars
hahaha
I can’t begin to describe the pain the epiphany the restriction the confinement the horrid elation of being behind bars.
Oh my god I cannot breath.
I’m stuck
I can’t get out.
we hang in bars.
we drink in bars.
find hope in bars.
lose pride in bars.
findcompanionship in bars.
lose yourself in bars.
good or bad.
How well is phone reception in your area?
The more bars your phone shows, the more reliable
the quality of the phone conversation will be.
The end.
I never had the pleasure of siting at a bar, with the aim of drinking as much wine or run that I could consume. I prefer to sit quietly alone and just enjoy myself without much fuss.
I slipped. It didn’t matter. It was all over my face. I put it there, of course. Then he put me out. It was on when I said please.
So many types of bars. Steel, aluminum, the ones that are made out of pressure. They can hold you out or keep you in. My favorite bar, though, is the one I’ll visit tonight. The one that helps me get drunk.
It goes without saying that the outcome was different. The poor convict tried to get out of his cell, he couldn’t. He reflected on his trouble for a long time. Then he found his main issue.
In and out of bars she goes,
stumbling, bumbling, legs like does.
Charcoal eyes and ruby lips,
only searching for a kiss.
Mind astray and glossy eyes,
men only noticing her thighs.
Simply seeking arms to hold her,
through the nights that seem much colder.
A place to forget your worries (temporarily).
The bars that were set for that project were very high. We had no idea why that was. Looking back, and knowing what I know now, that was probably a very good thing! We had no idea how far reaching our work was going to be, or how aggressive the reaction to it!
smoke filled the atmosphere. smoking, drinking, some sleazy activity in the back of the room.
it was time for him to leave. and he had better do it quickly.
with a slam, he dropped his glass back onto the bar table, shoved the bills at the other man, and left the scene. he took a deep breath of the cool winter air outside after he shut the door behind him. it was good to be free.
bars people go to to vent
to get drunk till forever
to forget
to meet someone new
they wanna forget again
anyway
bars are no places
to find new friends
in bars they use to hang out
and vent
and
vent
and bend
the midnight
into the morning
and i dont make sense right now
like ive been in a bar
and got drunk
too much
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The crow can see the light, it can see a path yet it knows not it’s escape. The owl, grand and tall, is free already past the cunning bars that hold a fear captive. But the crow, it flaps it’s wing in a meager attempt towards the sanity of freedom, but his little wings bring him nowhere. The owl watches. The crow scawks and cries but it only returns as an echo to it’s one blacks ear, repeating the solitude he saw himself in. The owl watches. The black mass of the crow shakes at his chains and rattles at the cage, begging at whatever higher force there is to help. The owl watches. The cage is just big enough to conceal the fear of a solitude. And the fear, it grows. And the fear, it takes. And the fear, it wins.
Just break the bars, let the crow falter freely. Just break the last bars of hope, break, break, break them.
The crow stops, and the owl watches.
I was sitting on my sofa and eat choclte bars becusse i won star winst on liseberg. I was very happy and i like plopp and eat it when i fell to eat it. It’s very good vi plopp bars. hihihi it’s was svårt ;S All people borde like plopp becuese it’s very good. I eat bars much. it’s good for my stomach. I buy it on ica in Älvsered. When i on ica i buy choclate bars.
I love chocolate i eat at least one hundred chocolate bars a day. My favorite chocolateis kex-chocklad it’s really tasty. my brothers eat bars every day almost like 200 bars a day. our familly lives on chocolate. My mum makes home made chocolate also we blend all kinds of chocolate to one big.
Hello, my favorite chocolate bar is mars but I like snickers to. My friend Oscar don’t like that I eat bars because I get chocolate all over my face.
I like chocolate bars, but I don’t got any favorite bars. But I really like Mars and Twister.
I love chocolate bars, i eat 1000 g each week. My favorite chocolate bar is Japp.
I love choclate bars. My favourites are Snickers, Break and Geisha I think, but I like MANY different choclatebars. I’m eating choclatebars on mostly fridays.
when we have chockelet i eat it and it´s very good, i was going to go and eat chockelet
Sometimes i go down to the market and buy some chocolate bars when I am in school I like to buy Marabou Schweizenöt with coca cola when i am going for holiday. I think it tastes good.
i like bars i´ts very good I don´t think I eat bars ever day but sometimes it´s good very good. YAAY!
When I get my check, the first thing in mind is never the bills I’m late on. The vodka, tequila, rum, and above all, the whiskey beckon! I ignore how irresponsible I am and just beat myself up in the morning for spending all my money at the bars.
these bars tighter closing in on the poor black crow. Stained with fear but capable to resist the harsh reality of no escape. Help the bird while it gives up hope. Nevermind it escaped…
Bars.
I walked to school just the other day. Came up the stairs and had my first class that day. My teacher gave me a mars bar, for doing something right in the day. I opened up the wrapper, and found I had won another mars bar that day. That school day was a pretty good day.
heavy lifting, walking, struggling. searching out between the bars that keep these fears looked in my heart.
His words swam into my ears like slimy little eels and I wanted to scream, but their slippery poison made it feel like there were bars on my throat that slowly tightened and tightened until they strangled my ability to communicate the truth. My pathetic eyes were forced to agree with him. The panic of solitude set in and a fake smile for ego’s sake. I really thought this time it might work…
He scouted the bar, looking for her. He always bought her a red rose at 11pm. There she was, long hair and mini skirt and easy smile. One day she would be his.