So there were Nazi's at my bar

I'm a townie, I'm not going to lie about it.
I've lived in the same place since I was a child.
Tonight there were a group of Nazis at my bar.
I was waiting in line at the bathroom which doesn't usually have a line.
waiting my turn when the guy at the table next to me starts asking the man in the line for the mens room if he's going to wank it because he's such a pussy and after all those big words he's just a wuss. And I look over and the back of his shirt says Norwegian Pride with a giant Iron Cross.

OMG

and the girls start gettin catty and the guys start picking fights. So my bestie and I leave.
there's only so much wrong a girl can take and there had been problems all night.
Nazi's being the worst of it.

But I'm sad and drunk and a little broken
when I thought we all were better than this.
I didn't think this was something I'd have to acknowledge.
I'm a brown haired, hazel eyed Swedish girl and there's nothing wrong with that.
but I'm not PROUD not one of those.
we'd never be bothered but we're not man enough to fight so we just leave.
and hope for the best.
Hope everyone made it home ok.
I am such a cop out.
we spent the night with the old folks and then brought a bottle of vodka home.
because we are not one of them.
and I don't know why they were in my bar.

pareidolia

So seeing faces in nonsense is a fault of the human condition.
One I have long been guilty of.
I have long asked for you to identify the fish in the chipping paint on the wall or the face in the fold of the tissue I hold.
These are things I mark time by.
Things no one else will notice.
I hope they have lives of their own.
I hope that they have karma and things to believe in.
They are just as real as you or I.
I believe in them.
I believe in alternate universes.
I believe every choice changes the world.
If only I believed I was as powerful.
If only I believed I could build something.
If only there were someone else who saw the smiley face on my chimney.
I believe in ghosts but I don't believe in God.
I don't think there is anything else for us.
we are all we are.
we have built all there is.
And my bathroom floor says FIN.
is my life over or just beginning?
The three that ended our friendship.
because I believed it meant the end.
Because I believed it meant all there was.
but if he's pretty it isn't rape
and I wish the best for you.
and I wish the best for you.

sweet thirty

I'm almost 27 which is nearly 30.
I'm working on the novel which will knock Kipling from his throne.
he was the youngest to win a Nobel for literature in case you're wondering.
i have to finish something which makes you tremble soon.
I need to  prove that what I've worked for is worth it.
I need to show that I can make a difference.
Afraid I'd get cancer long before i finish a novel.
It's NaNoWriMo and all I've managed to write is pathetic.
there was a whale and the butcher are waiting for me.
Saturday is waiting for my courage.
I can not be strong enough for the life I have planned.
All I manage to do is get drunk and watch TV
A millennial sweet thirty.