th lemons that are not for children. my best
shot is I will
sleep until september. I need a change
of scenery. high school was not
as easy as it sounds. one breath after another after
listening to enough graham parsons to kill a lover. guido
addd a little piece of history & we ate it w-
creme fraiche & chives. garden fresh stella -- "go there & have a pint
for me."
I can’t write fighting
these tomatos...
regrets? yea -- every single
day ( I’m not even
that sex-crazed -- th giver, th
clash [long distance callers make
long distance calls] are everything as usual
for th first time you feel again. I leave early b-c
I don’t want to be left. fighting one
on one ( wrap my arms around
her neck her neck -- th’arms I use I use to cut meat
& open wine. a place open until 3 a.m.
where I think I am laughing
blue
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yeah, the one who leaves & the one who's left - i don't even think derrida could remedy that one.
love it when i read something and then have to kick myself for not thinking of writing it on my own.
"Guido! Guido!!! Guido, get outta that garden!"
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