Pacer, Pawnie, Lon and Diane. by Johnny CrimsonSaid he liked the subtlety of the film
Feeling her heaving through the floorboards and being completely aware
of her vulnerability he asked her what she was
afraid of.
As he plucked imaginary corset strings from her back she lay stiff
and bloated.
As the sea water ran under the door, into the shack and beneath where she lay,
Jim carved his dinner. Green skin and the murky loins of another floater.
The floaters he reports to the coast guard, but they never catch on.
He's only trying to help. Got a cunt necklace round the bedpost.
5 foot something brunettes with one hell of an ass and no fucking clue.
I decided to pursue this life when you told me to put my arm down when
I raised my hand in the 6th grade. Your name was Lindsey. Two boys competed for you and won at different times, and maybe the same time. I wasn't one of them. Just a passer by. Just the boy that sat next to you. I had a real important science question for Mr. Forney. I really did and you fucked it up. Mind went blank with embarrassment and I became acutely aware of tits and lips, smiles were for measuring circumference and walk aways were a true godsend. Wish you'd left me be Lindsey.
I'll never have a real job now.
10/09/2008 Posted on 10/10/2008 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
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Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 10/13/08 at 01:34 PM This is great, and totally true... Grade school/junior high - those are ugly years. Awesome work all the way; I especially liked the last part, and this line in particular: "smiles were for measuring circumference and walk aways were a true godsend". |
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