I-i-I need to get a handle on this.’s not the easiest thing I’ve ever done,pu-put-putting myself out like this.I want–wait–I need to work up to it.Can’t go back, can’t re-write.I’m writin’ this up on cocktail napkins ‘n coasters.It’s pay by the word,but I got this feelin’ in me,like I won the lotto. You ever won …
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Hey,you remember that time you rolled a spliff,crept out into the frost with me,and we spoke for hours about nothing at all. –used to be that’s what I based relationships on, used to be used to be who the fuck has use for used to be? you and me,we stopped giving a shit,you’re pouring tequila …
DON”T MISS OUT!–you scream, completely missing the point of quotations Not that it matters,You with your collection of knowledge,You’ve got your arms wrapped in a stranglehold,Winking as you say,“Hey, don’t sweat it kid, this is the cost of education,Just pull some loans,Worry about it later.” But why do you charge hundreds of dollars for anthologies …
This is a guide to conversation,third edition,revised. To engage in conversation:open mouth as if to yawn,let the deluge flow forth.Be sure to modulate the flow,it is bad form to drown others. Should you drown others:Run,they are coming,they are very good at finding,they are very good at climbing too.Trees are not safe.Do not climb trees.The trees …
Right, last defense time.Guy walks into a bar, dressed to the nines, he asks “hey, why’s your bar got a bow-tie?” Ha HA HA!! Ha HA! right? Right! shit’s funny.last defense.‘n it don’t matter, don’t matter none,it don’t matter that the neck’s …
If I believed in god, they’d probably be a tad of hard candy with a splash of lightning and go around constantly talking about being shockingly sweet. Which is another way of saying I like your smile, so I’ve filled to the brim with bad jokes and really, who doesn’t like that young lagging tomato …
I’ve got no intention of this goin’ down easy. fuck fuck fuck this [i hope you’re cravin’ somethin’ sensational,‘cause i got lightnin’ lips ‘n fingertips,just itchin’ to get to the meat of you] {I hope you’re cravin’ somethin’ confrontational,’cause I got this jackhammer heart,pumpin’ blood to exoskeleton fists.} fuck fuck fuck this [i …
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