wreck bar


rociosilverroot  asked:

Like a burning heart, the daffodil leaps to bloom, in a cold embrace.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless lets of stone
Stand in the desert… near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing besides remains. Round the decay
Of that colassal wreck, boundless and bar
The lone and level sands stretch far away. 

“Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley

My best drunk story is the time I passed out in the shower for like four hours.

So I get off work in Yellowstone and my roommate tells me that we’re going to sonic boom, the party at the two bit and to get dressed. I do and we meet up with Shane and chantel who have beer already and I drink some of that. Then Carlos goes to the bar and brings me a lunch box. Then a trash can. Then another lunchbox. Now I don’t have a high booze tolerance so I was wrecked. The bar shuts down at like two and Shane says they’re gonna go smoke at the arch. I’m down but Carlos is like no girl, we’re making tacos. Come home. Of course I try to fight him on this and I’m quoted as to have slapped my chest and said “you don’t know my life” before letting him take me home. I somehow get changed with his help before throwing up for the next 20 minutes. I crawl into the shower and pass the fuck out.
I also once got super drunk, burned the shit out of my arm with a cigarette, walking a mile home with Carlos before throwing up on the front steps in front of him and the ho. That story was everywhere the next morning.
And of course the time I had a threesome.


“ Mermaids at the Wreck Bar ”  …  Fort Lauderdale, Florida  …  Videographer:  Judy Del Rio

Saving the Crew of the Brig ‘Leipzig’, Wrecked on Yarmouth Bar, on 7th December 1815
by François-Thomas-Louis Francia

Norfolk Museums Service
Date painted: 1815
Oil on canvas, 49.2 x 71.2 cm

There’s only ten days left until the height of the full moon. We have a few new pups that I need everyone’s help taking care of as we get closer to it. I don’t need a repeat of January when Kennedy and Max lost control and wrecked the bar.