A week of which we will not speak…

… cos of how much I really didn’t like it.

Last night Gabriel Taylor Russ slammed poetry at an poetry slam. I had heard the piece he was going to perform before the event but this time he delivered it with much more loudy voice, handy gesture and conviction and angry face than ever before. He was much better than the other Gabe who thought A cappella meant dropping your lyric sheet on the ground. Our Gabe is better than yours and he was awesomes. Even though the judges where fools. I’ll give you a 6.7 beanie girl.

Wow socks I said to the wife who couldn’t help but agree. She didn’t even laugh at him this time. She did however laugh at several serious poems about the plight of children in war zones and the removal of limbs. She is a right piece of work I can tell you.

I had never been attendy at any kind of poetry event before and I must admit I quite had enjoyment for the good words. I did however have a large suffer of cringe shame for the really bad ones.

I wrote a words for my facebook status about the night:

The slam was slum,
A bearded man won,
But it wasn’t Gabe,
He shaved.

Perhaps I should have signed up to make speaky one of my masterworks for the poets.

In news that doesn’t rhyme today there was picture photographing of which I will leave you with to look at with eyes and enjoy with brains.