by jd4george
just a tad before my time but I certainly visited this place a few times after then.
~tiled floors and
boozing bitches sucking lifeblood
through needledink straws
cherries popping in their
lips ~
remember the girls who'd tie a cherry stem in a knot with their tongues??
There was no tease greater than that when I was young.
Thank you for this, I'm always happy to hit a bar full of memories and you brought back a few beauties.
You're dating yourself
"quarters clunking through music machines
setting the changer in motion
and lies spin in rpms"
liked this line
"boozing bitches sucking lifeblood
through needledink straws"
basically loved this, so good, forgave you for "nirvana"
"nightfall they passout
legs quivering apart
smiles plastered askew
whiskey nirvana threatening"
looks like this came from words to avoid thread, ha. ha.
did quite nicely, where the fuck is my thermometer...
I won't tell ya how old I was in '70, but this is so me. Thanks for the trip!
Ahhhh — the bar scene. Partying was always great, the babes were always beautiful {especially at 4am}, and the sex was fantastic.
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