nasty useless reminds me of my past a past i missed out on that i’ll never get back cant go no friends all alone, just loud. a nusence. maybe they were fun once. i dont remember.
I love to write in bars. Something about the languid trails of smoke tempting me with their carcinogenic goodness helps fuel my drive to keep writing. Something about seeking out the latest word or turn of phrase while struggling with addiction drives me to new heights. While I plumb the depths of my own cravings.
I’m too young to go to a bar. I would totally love being a bar tender, as long as I would get free drinks. I wouldn’t like making crap for money, though. I also wouldn’t enjoy getting hit on by a bunch of drunk people. I wonder what the limit on drinks is these days? I’m not sure.
often times one goes there to drink howerver it may also be something one walks into. Also may be an exam. Or a form of delivering chocolate. Thats my personal favorite. So set the bar.
the two things i thought about were drinking and jail bars. it’s funny because those two are usually related. when people get drunk at a bar, they do something stupid that gets them in jail. people should be smart and drink in the privacy of their own home.
This one time I was at the bar and this guy wanted to take my picture. He offered me hundreds to do a shot with a pink monkey who was dressed in drag. I asked him for thousands as a pink monkey was too much for me. His was firm in his price.
They slipped between the bars.
NOBODY had seem them.
Now, it was time to go to the place they had for so long dreamed.
“Where are we, going Hans?”
“Don’t speak, God will hear you.”
Prison? Music? Dancing? Oh so many ideas. Seeing as I’m a vocalist, I’ll go with music.
“Sing a few bars of your favorite song.” The young girl quaked. Could they not have just told her what to do on the audition form? She could have been prepared for this weeks ago.
there are all kinds of bars..liqour houses that draw people to socialize. there are bar tests for lawyers, and bars on the doors of a prison or a house in a bad neighborhood.. We are not quite sure which one is the most regnugnant.
The bars in her town were all sleazy, simple joints where you could buy all the cheap booze you wanted for about ten bucks. Nothing like the bar back in her old town. No music, no friendly, cheerful atmosphere–just a bunch of apes getting drunk for the fun of it.
Those places that you go to get drinks and have dates and someimtes there are jokes about that them that are supposed to be about the drinking places but they’re really about the metal things that can hurt when you walk into them. They can also keep people in jail cells, and do tons of other stuff because they are strong. Sometimes people get drunk there. Some bad things can happen there, but maybe you’ll meet your husband if you’re lucky.
I used to go to bars when I was younger. I miss those days sometimes. Going all out night, drinking my ass off, and getting up the next day at some ungodly hour hoping to do it all over again.
bars are soap or chocolate and have a very nice scent but not when you are in prison and they keep you from the outside wolrd or the heater bars break in winter and it cold that is not good bard dance and see things that are a little odd
bars show a lot about people, people always leaving and coming, people who are angry, people who are happy, people who are in love, people who are miserable. they’re like airports, in a way, showing the wide array of the complex emotions of humans.
Bars are a place where people go to gets drunk. They are also common for jokes, like ‘Two guys walk into a bar’ etc etc. Except sometimes it gets switched up and is like ‘A guy walks into a bar, he says ow’. Not funny, but not a bad anti-joke.
Bars is a word with many different meanings. Most people hear it and think a place to consume alcoholic beverages and have fun, but it can also be the uneven bars a gymnast uses, or the thing you hang your towel on, or a bar of soap, or the bars that keep you contained in a jail cell.
Bars are good places to drink whiskey, or whisky, if you prefer, the latter being the way the Scotsmen spell it. I like Dickel, though, being from the American South. Dickel is a nice rich Southern, Tennessee whisky (George spelled it that way.)
I only frequent one bar. The Alabama Music Box. Every one I know goes to the box. Sadly, I haven’t been in months. Since my birthday. The Music Box built an entire VIP room for Against Me! Yeah…some bars are just for the money. Some bars are just for the bands. Some bars are for me and my friends.
i loved under the countertop,
i sipped whiskey off your breath
and it poured like fire into the
dark reaches of my eyes
my lips
my gasping, liquified tongue
my teeth pressed to your eyelids
as you lifted her glass,
toaster her arms
her breasts
bars are places where people go to drink and theoretically “meet people” but as shy as i am i think i’d just be too shy and end up with too much liquid courage and embarrass myself in a hot, crowded, possibly smoky room. no fun, no fun at all. romanticized, but not fun. i just think i’m better in anti-social situations. or less-than-social, if not anti.
I have been to many bars but have nver been to one as down to earth as the One in Car, Il. Colemans. It is a pleasnt exerience to go in and just have a beer and talk with many of the patron. Some of us have become quite good friend. I go there weevery wednesday night at around 8 to watch a ball game and to just concverse about the topics of the day. I have never had anyone be rude or out of line to the point that yopu would want to leave., I highly recommend it for the food an the atomsphere. it is located on Industrial Dr. In cary, Il. If you are in town stop in for a visit. thei r hamburges are very good and are relatively inexpensive. They have a geat seafood menu on friday nights, Steamed Oyster and clam in garlic butter, YUM. so just stop on in and come in and dine, talk eat visit with friends How long does this thing go? I thought it went for only 60 seconds? I have been typing now for about 90 seconds.So lets see? what do I have left to write? Nothing
i can’t think anything about bars. they are fun places for spending time with friends. imho awful places when alone. imho, all bars are great when you have friends.
fun to drink at, to laugh, meet friends, work at and dance. Pay is too low, but atmosphere is great. Why not try to eat there as well? food can be surprisingly good! Also, dont snap at the waiters. There are certain behaviour codes towards the waiters and SNAPPING is on the negative side of it. Along with calling out random orders and whispering for the bill.
i go to the same bar all the time. drink too much of the same drink. see too much of the same people. it’s mundane and boring and i hate it but i don’t know what else to do. i could go to a different bar. maybe, i’ll think about it. then it’ll just be a different bar and the same situation. shit.
Drinking comes to mind acctually tending comes to mind. I worked in a bar once it was great intresting and great. I remmember a ragular told me once that I reminded him of silver, I think I’m tanted now though.I bartended once.
bars. I’m thinking of the place where you go and drink and of the stuff that drives me insane in Microsoft word. yesterday I had a crapload of stuff to write and this little thing kept me busy for a long time. when I finally manages to get it gone it felt really great.
bars bars bard…
spent nights drinking at them, too young to actually be able to but thanks to an ID i could.
drinking was fun bars. all at bars bars bars///
bars on the tv screen find me their colors screaming and living no more indian, no more black and white, tune to them at the beginning of VHS bars bars bars bars
bars. so many different meanings. A place to drink, long metal poles, many different things. the word bars, is perfect for the old lame joke “two men walk into a bar, you’d think one of ’em woulda seen it” Now who hasn’t heard that one? C’mon. seriously. Some people don’t think it will ever get old.
casbah:
the stinky review –
after you fished out
your life lessons,
ate the cake of fools,
fool’s golding
the atypical
plants, cheese
on a stick,
sodas popping
this way &
that. Names
left
in the terlet:
games of chance,
all cat
in the
hat.
Why can I got get out from behind these bars. These bars that keep me in the same place I’ve always been. Afraid. Unable to move forward with the talent and potential I know I have inside. These bars keep me prisoner in my own life.
across the windows. shit, I can’t get out. what the heck did i drink last night? where am I and why am I wearing an Elvis costume. Oh man, I knew I shouldn’t drink tequila.
Off-offhandedly bars could be associated with long rods which are situated in such a way as to halt ones means of getting to another area. Although people can also associate bars with local community areas where people can get together with ease and socialize. I wonder if there is some form of connection between the two, could be be that in someways, this socialization that we urge for so much could be just some bars that are prohibiting us from going farther? Would socializing be the end point, where we could actually achieve greater results by going farther?
nasty useless reminds me of my past a past i missed out on that i’ll never get back cant go no friends all alone, just loud. a nusence. maybe they were fun once. i dont remember.
I love to write in bars. Something about the languid trails of smoke tempting me with their carcinogenic goodness helps fuel my drive to keep writing. Something about seeking out the latest word or turn of phrase while struggling with addiction drives me to new heights. While I plumb the depths of my own cravings.
The bars sliced through my already deep cuts as I struggled to reach across in my useless attempt to free myslef.
I’m too young to go to a bar. I would totally love being a bar tender, as long as I would get free drinks. I wouldn’t like making crap for money, though. I also wouldn’t enjoy getting hit on by a bunch of drunk people. I wonder what the limit on drinks is these days? I’m not sure.
Chocolate bars. A fantastic vice for anyone who hasn’t heard of cocaine or cigarettes or hookers. But sometimes candy bars are what the world needs.
often times one goes there to drink howerver it may also be something one walks into. Also may be an exam. Or a form of delivering chocolate. Thats my personal favorite. So set the bar.
bars forbid what heaven sent us for gifts.
im emBARassed by our BARely legal econmic posistion.
god help us all.
the two things i thought about were drinking and jail bars. it’s funny because those two are usually related. when people get drunk at a bar, they do something stupid that gets them in jail. people should be smart and drink in the privacy of their own home.
This one time I was at the bar and this guy wanted to take my picture. He offered me hundreds to do a shot with a pink monkey who was dressed in drag. I asked him for thousands as a pink monkey was too much for me. His was firm in his price.
They slipped between the bars.
NOBODY had seem them.
Now, it was time to go to the place they had for so long dreamed.
“Where are we, going Hans?”
“Don’t speak, God will hear you.”
Prison? Music? Dancing? Oh so many ideas. Seeing as I’m a vocalist, I’ll go with music.
“Sing a few bars of your favorite song.” The young girl quaked. Could they not have just told her what to do on the audition form? She could have been prepared for this weeks ago.
there are all kinds of bars..liqour houses that draw people to socialize. there are bar tests for lawyers, and bars on the doors of a prison or a house in a bad neighborhood.. We are not quite sure which one is the most regnugnant.
Bars are where drunk women go to appeal to drunk men. I wish I would just have a bowel movement already.
The bars in her town were all sleazy, simple joints where you could buy all the cheap booze you wanted for about ten bucks. Nothing like the bar back in her old town. No music, no friendly, cheerful atmosphere–just a bunch of apes getting drunk for the fun of it.
Those places that you go to get drinks and have dates and someimtes there are jokes about that them that are supposed to be about the drinking places but they’re really about the metal things that can hurt when you walk into them. They can also keep people in jail cells, and do tons of other stuff because they are strong. Sometimes people get drunk there. Some bad things can happen there, but maybe you’ll meet your husband if you’re lucky.
hi everyone hope all is well with you
I feel as though I’m living my life behind bars. The person that has me locked up though is not even a person at all. It’s life itself.
I used to go to bars when I was younger. I miss those days sometimes. Going all out night, drinking my ass off, and getting up the next day at some ungodly hour hoping to do it all over again.
bars are soap or chocolate and have a very nice scent but not when you are in prison and they keep you from the outside wolrd or the heater bars break in winter and it cold that is not good bard dance and see things that are a little odd
bars show a lot about people, people always leaving and coming, people who are angry, people who are happy, people who are in love, people who are miserable. they’re like airports, in a way, showing the wide array of the complex emotions of humans.
Bars are a place where people go to gets drunk. They are also common for jokes, like ‘Two guys walk into a bar’ etc etc. Except sometimes it gets switched up and is like ‘A guy walks into a bar, he says ow’. Not funny, but not a bad anti-joke.
Bars come in chocolate form. The word ‘bars’ has the alternate meaning as a place from which alcohol and other beverages can be purchased.
Bars is a word with many different meanings. Most people hear it and think a place to consume alcoholic beverages and have fun, but it can also be the uneven bars a gymnast uses, or the thing you hang your towel on, or a bar of soap, or the bars that keep you contained in a jail cell.
Bars are good places to drink whiskey, or whisky, if you prefer, the latter being the way the Scotsmen spell it. I like Dickel, though, being from the American South. Dickel is a nice rich Southern, Tennessee whisky (George spelled it that way.)
I only frequent one bar. The Alabama Music Box. Every one I know goes to the box. Sadly, I haven’t been in months. Since my birthday. The Music Box built an entire VIP room for Against Me! Yeah…some bars are just for the money. Some bars are just for the bands. Some bars are for me and my friends.
i loved under the countertop,
i sipped whiskey off your breath
and it poured like fire into the
dark reaches of my eyes
my lips
my gasping, liquified tongue
my teeth pressed to your eyelids
as you lifted her glass,
toaster her arms
her breasts
bars are places where people go to drink and theoretically “meet people” but as shy as i am i think i’d just be too shy and end up with too much liquid courage and embarrass myself in a hot, crowded, possibly smoky room. no fun, no fun at all. romanticized, but not fun. i just think i’m better in anti-social situations. or less-than-social, if not anti.
I have been to many bars but have nver been to one as down to earth as the One in Car, Il. Colemans. It is a pleasnt exerience to go in and just have a beer and talk with many of the patron. Some of us have become quite good friend. I go there weevery wednesday night at around 8 to watch a ball game and to just concverse about the topics of the day. I have never had anyone be rude or out of line to the point that yopu would want to leave., I highly recommend it for the food an the atomsphere. it is located on Industrial Dr. In cary, Il. If you are in town stop in for a visit. thei r hamburges are very good and are relatively inexpensive. They have a geat seafood menu on friday nights, Steamed Oyster and clam in garlic butter, YUM. so just stop on in and come in and dine, talk eat visit with friends How long does this thing go? I thought it went for only 60 seconds? I have been typing now for about 90 seconds.So lets see? what do I have left to write? Nothing
i can’t think anything about bars. they are fun places for spending time with friends. imho awful places when alone. imho, all bars are great when you have friends.
fun to drink at, to laugh, meet friends, work at and dance. Pay is too low, but atmosphere is great. Why not try to eat there as well? food can be surprisingly good! Also, dont snap at the waiters. There are certain behaviour codes towards the waiters and SNAPPING is on the negative side of it. Along with calling out random orders and whispering for the bill.
drinks,girls, fun, party, drinks again, life, bar fight, drunks, music, drinks one more time,
i go to the same bar all the time. drink too much of the same drink. see too much of the same people. it’s mundane and boring and i hate it but i don’t know what else to do. i could go to a different bar. maybe, i’ll think about it. then it’ll just be a different bar and the same situation. shit.
Drinking comes to mind acctually tending comes to mind. I worked in a bar once it was great intresting and great. I remmember a ragular told me once that I reminded him of silver, I think I’m tanted now though.I bartended once.
bars. I’m thinking of the place where you go and drink and of the stuff that drives me insane in Microsoft word. yesterday I had a crapload of stuff to write and this little thing kept me busy for a long time. when I finally manages to get it gone it felt really great.
bars bars bard…
spent nights drinking at them, too young to actually be able to but thanks to an ID i could.
drinking was fun bars. all at bars bars bars///
bars on the tv screen find me their colors screaming and living no more indian, no more black and white, tune to them at the beginning of VHS bars bars bars bars
bars. so many different meanings. A place to drink, long metal poles, many different things. the word bars, is perfect for the old lame joke “two men walk into a bar, you’d think one of ’em woulda seen it” Now who hasn’t heard that one? C’mon. seriously. Some people don’t think it will ever get old.
casbah:
the stinky review –
after you fished out
your life lessons,
ate the cake of fools,
fool’s golding
the atypical
plants, cheese
on a stick,
sodas popping
this way &
that. Names
left
in the terlet:
games of chance,
all cat
in the
hat.
Why can I got get out from behind these bars. These bars that keep me in the same place I’ve always been. Afraid. Unable to move forward with the talent and potential I know I have inside. These bars keep me prisoner in my own life.
across the windows. shit, I can’t get out. what the heck did i drink last night? where am I and why am I wearing an Elvis costume. Oh man, I knew I shouldn’t drink tequila.
Off-offhandedly bars could be associated with long rods which are situated in such a way as to halt ones means of getting to another area. Although people can also associate bars with local community areas where people can get together with ease and socialize. I wonder if there is some form of connection between the two, could be be that in someways, this socialization that we urge for so much could be just some bars that are prohibiting us from going farther? Would socializing be the end point, where we could actually achieve greater results by going farther?