Learning to not say mundane
things when I'm thinking
deep things.
Contradictory events.
Etymological seduction attempt.
How what you settle for
is what you really want.
The loose tube top. Flouncy.
Nobody hates the park.
"It's a spliff."
The soundtrack to the spectacle.
With beads hanging off.
The only ones who won't hurt me
are those I don't love.
Anything I could list out now
would not be as great as
that woman's ass in the magenta
sundress.
Unable to find her again after
writing that sentence.
The point where everything
starts to go. I don't remember
writing this. We think he's a baker.
"When I get drunk I always start talking about horses."
Saturday, April 28, 2012
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