slick your hash pipe and uncrumple your bills, this is awful bad coffee.
diminutina, or boheme slut:
tell me from the inside of you, thanks for your bed.
A note tacked to the door says
I’ve hawked all the merchandise to prove I am real.
tell me from the inside of you, Ma’am,
Ma’am rewatch from the top of the column
how the loonies come in and out of the sea.
Oh my God, I am bent; it is just the wood in the pipe now.
I cannot tell. is it the swelling of the tongue?
It was close to one PM before I left.
oh, but she hadn’t been around in awhile.
there was talk that the soldiers had taken her,
or that she had taken them, as it happens now and then.
diminutina, or boheme slut:
TURN THAT GODDAMNED FIRE DOWN!!!
you are going to give us all away.
I will feel bad because I am drunk, not because of her.
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The walk from the Alley House is never too far when I’ve spent the night drinking cheap screwdrivers.
The hill on Reservoir never seems too steep.
Dear Jim Jones,
Jim Jones was my great grandaddyHe sent me a letter in 1994 and I read it today for the first time.It almost made me cry, not because I missed him, but because I couldn’t remember any of the things he told me about in the letter. Like the Valentine’s day “mug for you to drink from” He told me in the letter exactly what it looked like and I could not remember it’s existence. He sent me candy and notes and bird seed and a little umbrella but I didn’t remember any of it. He hoped that “you and your mother and daddy are getting along fine.” And I all of a sudden missed my family’s southern drawl. I found myself wondering if he meant to sign the letter ” Your Greatdaddy” Because it made me laugh a little. But most of all I wanted nothing more than to send him a thank you letter in return. Thank you Great Grandaddy Jones for all my treats, I am sorry I don’t remember them.Your Great Grandaughter,Lauren.