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Missed Connections in Minneapolis-St.Paul, MN: Ren Festival Pickle Man

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Missed Connections in Minneapolis St. Paul, MN

... the pickle girls! by x-ray delta one

Ren Festival Pickle Man
Missed Connections in Minneapolis – St Paul

I have to admit, I have never seen so many hot guys selling pickles.
But one of you really got my dill to grow.
Shirtless, red kilt, admitted to being a badboy! Ya, I know it’s part of the show, but you sure made it worth while.
What you do on weekdays????

Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:

Today we’re spotlighting three messages from the Minneapolis-St. Paul MC. Music and Renaissance festivals always generate a fair amount of missed connections, and this one is no different. It appears our pickle purveyor certainly knows how to pull-in purchases and compete against the mighty corn dogs, turkey legs, and fried dough (although I’m not sure what the Department of Agriculture would say about selling food sans shirt…perhaps a few pickle girls could be brought in to assist).

 

Lovelorn Poet in Minneapolis-St. Paul, MN: Rose

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Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:

Today, we’re featuring three messages from the Minneapolis MC feed. This one caught my attention as I’m instinctively drawn to any message involving mystical signs. Relationships are often rife with symbolic objects and hidden meanings – some of which we don’t fully understand or appreciate until much later.

Rose
Missed Connections in Minneapolis – St. Paul

Missed Connections in Minneapolis St. Paul

Rose

Before the snow, I was walking back to my home.
I took an alley for a short cut and ran into a abandoned plant w/o a label.
So, I brought home with me and watered it.
When I found it there was no leaves and it looked dead, then shortly after it started to grow again.
Had leaves popping out everywhere, still with no idea as to what kind of plant it is.
Then 3 days ago a flower bud came out and it was red a day later it bloomed with only one flower.
So I Googled it, it’s a medium Hibiscuss-Rose-Sinensis.
Almost as if it was a sign..I deal with so many signs on a daily basis that remind me of you, you have no idea.

 

 

Missed Connections in Minneapolis-St. Paul: Missed Connection With My Sleep

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Minneapolis is a city I’ve long wanted to visit but never made the trek to. Maybe it’s the perception/reality of those seemingly endless midwestern winters… It’s almost July now – is the snow gone? (but wait, once the snow melts the black flies descend, right?) Today, we feature three messages from the Minneapolis MC feed. This first one illustrates just some of the many negative consequences of combining smoking with death metal.

Missed Connection With My Sleep
Missed Connections in Minneapolis-St Paul

For the last year I have been aware of your morning cleansing ritual, neighbor. Now that it is summer and we all have our windows open it has become a problem again. Every morning, about 7am you start retching. You don’t stop. Twenty to thirty minutes in the bathroom, repeatedly coughing and retching and retching and coughing. I get it, you’re fat and you smoke so your body is physically rejecting it’s self and all the filth you put in it, but that is really none of my business and I couldn’t care less. However, the main problem is the proximity of your bathroom window to my bedroom window, it sounds as if you are about to vomit on my head. Now, I think I have three possible avenues of recourse: 1) I could get up and vomit in your yard. I have a sympathetic gag reflex, it’s hard enough to hold it down during your daily deluge anyway. 2) ask you nicely to close the window, turn on a fan, something to cover the noise. That seems a little embarrassing and I am too shy, so… 3) DEATH METAL! When I am awoken by your outpourings, I will calmly set my speakers facing your way and obscure the noise with some Cannibal Corpse, Lamb of God, Dying Fetus, etc. I think it will not take long for you to get it, or shut your own windows in frustration. I can only hope that the music pains you to a fraction of the extent that your retching disgusts me. It wakes me up, it keeps me up and it makes me sick so suck it, neighbor.

Lovelorn Poet in Minneapolis, MN: Another “Bloody” Not Shared With You

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Another “Bloody” Not Shared With You…
Missed Connections in Minneapolis / St Paul, MN

Missed Connections in Minneapolis, MN

Another "Bloody" Not Shared With You

Lovelorn Hearts

Still, Silent Snow blankets regret
muting emotion, white lifeless hue.
The dance of a love’s brilliant light
was once the breath of springtime’s dew

Scattered leaves of Autumn’s past
strewn throughout it’s lonely street
amidst, cold, damp pavement
whence we struggle, yet to breathe

Wailing cries and muffled sobs
Misery suffocates the mourn
Sorrowful eyes, forever weep
for broken hearts of the lovelorn

Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:

I wonder what the writer is referring to when they say Another “Bloody” Not Shared With You. Is it referring to Another “Bloody” Poem or could it be something else? Anything with the word Lovelorn certainly grabs my eye, although I will admit that this MC really hits the high notes when it comes to pain, sorrow, and suffering. Lovelorn, most certainly.

Lovelorn Poet in Minneapolis, MN: Raw With Love

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Missed Connection in Minneapolis, MN

Raw With Love

Raw with Love
Missed Connections in Minneapolis, MN

I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
instead I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had

NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:

I don’t think Minnesota has many palm trees, so this message brought to mind a person traveling through a tropical vacation without the presence of their heart’s desire. Sounds as if the view is less than sunny without them.

 

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