can we have sex again so that i
can scrawl out mindless poetry on
used napkins or better yet,
un-used condom wrappers. i can't
write without it, ya know. the sex
that is. you, i could do without.
how does it feel to be only an
instrument, dear. well, just think
of how my pen feels and come
here. and while we're at it, quit
your whining.

funny, but i've had to tell my pen
that same exact thing

a time or two before.

09/18/2003

Posted on 09/18/2003
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