Scissors and the seeds of men.
Crunch time has arrived for this
Pleather Anxiety.

Cap off and hand on the chin,
I'm pondering candlelight and
extremely terrifying rejections.

"Oh so Monday nights are hard times for
you I see.
It's Wednesday for me."

What does this mean? Someone in the womanly
world let me know if that's an advance, or a
desperate opportunity, or some nonchalant way
of conversing.

Cream fell from the bucket
and onto Clara's dress.
We sat pig smitten intoxicated
and giggly under the dance floor
that night.
My steady fingers sweating in anticipation.

When bros were named Danny and Joey
and Girls.
Well girls slept the whole night through.

11/09/2008

Author's Note: Quit fucking around and call me straight up.

Posted on 11/10/2008
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