July 2010
3 posts
thinks- this is savage/i enjoy this saw that waiter, thought- “he is all the sugar packets that i dump out today” he walks past and i lean into the breeze, think- “if there ever were a fountain of youth it’d reek of ammonia and just the sort of piss i’d expect Maria’s faggot uncle to get off on” walked out without paying, that waiter yelled “hold...
in case you were wondering the slick crease that runs between yr arched shoulders hurt to feel
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in your bookshelf, how to’s on some sorts of kites and maybe candles, it was cute you used two clean, greased ashtrays as bookends
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in case you were wondering my “real self” is still alrite it is aluminum wrapped it is noisy; it asserts its presence
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my “real...
unfinished
The next time you see me i will be hugging my knees, a firm grasp things will be real then and Off-white, grey film skimmed off non fat milk and sticky