A little beatnic poetry slam on the redline platform this morning?? #Classic
"You remind me of sweet things...(guitar interlude and drum beats)...
You remind me of....
iiiice cream...
(drum beats again, pause)
Vanilla"
I couldn't keep a straighter face if I were serious. Mind you, I'm hearing all this before I ever see the artiste/ beat poet, and when I do see him, it's nothing short of startling. Something along the lines of a wild-haired, pale faced witch-leprechaun... Outfitted with a loose green turtleneck, gray skinnies covered in paint (which the four canvases of art surrounding him help put into context) sitting on a crate, with a guitar by his side. I assume he made the drum sounds by beating on the crate at intervals. Best wake up call this week. For some reason everything smells like vanilla now. Thanks beatnic.
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