Smoke in the Foyer
The fresh smell of roasting coffee and breakfast fryups is stirring up the troops. Another day of toil and trouble is all to be expected, yet it might be the day for a bit of extra on the side - get drunk and engage in profound conversation with strangers or however one may want to release and unwind.
Could it be... Friday?
As one sits back and contemplates smoking a cigarette over the reception desk while asking out the receptionist, it becomes notable that the dream sequence from the night before hasn't quite been shaken off.
Following one's nose to the coffee and soaking up the atmosphere with a broad scope of the area and the people confined to it, the physical greets the return of the regular mindstate with a hearty good morning. Despite the after effects of the previous evening's night cap (3 straight rum shots), the physical decides to smarten up and agree.
"Tis good and all captain, would you like a cigarette?"
Taking the coffee to the fresh breeze of the backyard, the mind and physical become one. Soul is lurking all over the place, like a frog looking for a princess to kiss. Unfortunately frogs are a hell of a lot easier to keep in the one place. Shall we call it a Lion that doesn't know the difference between predator and prey.
We'll catch him one day.
Could it be... Friday?
As one sits back and contemplates smoking a cigarette over the reception desk while asking out the receptionist, it becomes notable that the dream sequence from the night before hasn't quite been shaken off.
Following one's nose to the coffee and soaking up the atmosphere with a broad scope of the area and the people confined to it, the physical greets the return of the regular mindstate with a hearty good morning. Despite the after effects of the previous evening's night cap (3 straight rum shots), the physical decides to smarten up and agree.
"Tis good and all captain, would you like a cigarette?"
Taking the coffee to the fresh breeze of the backyard, the mind and physical become one. Soul is lurking all over the place, like a frog looking for a princess to kiss. Unfortunately frogs are a hell of a lot easier to keep in the one place. Shall we call it a Lion that doesn't know the difference between predator and prey.
We'll catch him one day.
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