"Oh, I thought you had some kind of throat disease"
Remarks directed toward the inch wide puddle,
of brown, runny spits next to my boot.
No, no, not exactly.
Sand-pit puts them out quite nicely.
Don't have to rub the leaves out of the ****
because that's an "ordeal."
Auburn hair, almost quite naturally, has influenced me a great deal.
The meals eaten, and passed through, disgust me.
She reminds me that I am human.
"Acid reflex?" Another gal, knowledgeably inquires.
"My sister has it."
Your sister, well her and I could be great friends, then.
Deficiencies ****** me.
Coffee spits, at 11:30 a.m., by the white-washed concrete fortress;
my new back porch.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
"Oh, I thought you had some kind of throat disease"
Remarks directed toward the inch wide puddle,
of brown, runny spits next to my boot.
No, no, not exactly.
Sand-pit puts them out quite nicely.
Don't have to rub the leaves out of the ****
because that's an "ordeal."
Auburn hair, almost quite naturally, has influenced me a great deal.
The meals eaten, and passed through, disgust me.
She reminds me that I am human.
"Acid reflex?" Another gal, knowledgeably inquires.
"My sister has it."
Your sister, well her and I could be great friends, then.
Deficiencies ****** me.
Coffee spits, at 11:30 a.m., by the white-washed concrete fortress;
my new back porch.
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