#ladygaga
Un taken time
Be mine
Won't ya hear often at home
Darling dear
Even words won't stay alone
New hurt in the door
How I made it up on that page
You turned inside of my heart
Call forgiveness back
Tell em all I haven't learned
The lines of how we lived
Taken out
Sold around my resting place
Wars come out
And I let it drag you back in
Will another hand ride it out?
These are places forbidden
To go without
Travel in another's time
When telling yourself of me
Let sheets bring honest tarnish
Wearing the gloves gonna be mine
My "Charleston Square Footing" bit is in circulation.
Have an Irish poetry scarf from New York City
I'ma been in San Francisco Chronicle
Times off Los Angeles
Ventura LACMA submission Latino sob jazz
My home oh oo
Bottom quartet is an original thought of yourself
My first stop into a backyard session was Tracy Chapman then leann rimes
Cause I'm walking on sunshine
God bless my Aunt Linda
She a Hispanic Irish country woman
Pink, Florence Nightengale, a pleasure
I halve my rose back.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 2:34 AM UTC
I'm stuck in a lady gaga song and never heard it.
He sits beside me and I never notice.
Nice eyes and man the chest and stomach on this guy....
Wait, am I checking him out?
Look away....shhh .....no ...stop it!
He's walking this way as I get a text from my girlfriend.
She says she's leaving me for another man.
Dame!
Suddenly he sits infront of me, for someone reason his smile takes me too a song I use to listen too.
Ever the same.... rob Thomas.
Oh crap he's talking....what I do?
What I say? I know he's gay....
But he's so peaceful and my heart is crushed right now....
Do I hold my tears or speak and let go??
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
I have a blue blanket, it looks corduroy but it's synthetic polynesian cotton.
Considered by some to be polyester. After the ninth year of ownership I started
Telling house guests it had always been mine; but secretly knowing it came from my
Ex Kristina who left it with some of her other things in 2005 in my grand deluxe Evanston
Apartment. In like some really awesome way, I could fold the corners together to see little blocks
Of the Universe form cubes in the fourth dimension and gain a better understanding of my own
Little black shmata. Top drawer, white dresser, in the back with the leftover girlfriend underwear between
My first ever stuffed animal dog/rabbit.
Amazing how these thinned and frayed azure threads had held so many midnight conversations Together- maybe fifteen other girls had nuzzled with Kristina's blanket. Last year the guilt set in. You Watch a girlfriend, say, ratchet through your room naked for something soft to put over her to listen to
Some half-stanza from the new Yeats critical and that, do-I-tell-her feeling comes over you. Blue Polyester really had a way with women. My last serious crush, the one of six months, the one from the place that was close to where I worked six days a week, would you believe, she had not interest in that heap of thread, under my pillows spying on us sleep for twenty-four long weeks.
"Drop in the bucket" the sixty-year-olds say. I say, bring me my ******* fourth dimension blocks and cubes ************ I want to visit the existential, I want to experience the hoo-ra and Ga-Ga those kids throw around on Milwaukee waiting for $150 NBA slippers.
Wednesday is my day for telling the truth.
2:00p.m. sitting in the front of her alizarin El Dorado.
"I have something I have to tell you," I said, my mouth practically filled with marbles as I barely could Utter the words: it's not going to work out.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC