"wheres the salt"
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oranges, tomatoes (fruits in general), watercolors, pabst blue ribbon, blair, "WELL GD", dark bedroom, red nailpolish, rootbeer, hating the smell of bleach, uppers, downers, no meat, drinkin, smokin, vogue, insomnia, tea, blush, marc jacobs, burts bees, winter, nappin, vagueness, sleeping, sleeping
we're out of cigarettes and we're out of wine and my battery is low and my bones have come back from new directions and Lorca is dead and Neruda is dead and Christ with hazel eyes hollered out "where's it at?" while gaffed like a fish by little men with dirty fingernails. we're out of wine and lick and love and luck. you can't tell me anything.
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lots and lots of bukowski