I went out last night and got starburned,
My skin is so pale anymore, living like a hermit
In the hive with many chambers.
I went out last night and got real jelly’royaled,
I ate the red hootch that makes for hussy queens
Drugged up and black, with spat tots.
I went out last night on a honey binge
I went out shambling in my great bear coat that moves
like a shagged ghost over these once-guilt bones.
I’ve got you on my face, my fingers stick together,
I’ve got you on my hands,
my poor lips stuck together.














Comments
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Look at my avatar and tremble with awe at my artistic talent!
It does lend a certain feeling of sadness. Something along the lines of being unsatisfied or being disgusted with a certain sensation...
Anyways, my 2 pesos
As Always, Anito!
Cheerios!
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[You're half a world away but in my mind I whisper every single word you say] -Oceanlab's Sattelite
You still are
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Your humbleness is showing:
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a rat became the unit of currency
Kind words, thanks - hedonism rocks.
C
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Your humbleness is showing:
I’ve got you on my hands,
my poor lips stuck together."
i love that.
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love does find a way.
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a rat became the unit of currency
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Your humbleness is showing:
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