THE GIRL. THE GIRL. THE GIRL. I am.
Sometimes an old woman guarding the door
to the good feeling.
But mostly a handful of tiny shiny dipped in whisky
I am. Like a pickled sword.
Waving around and inflicting.
Paper cut after paper cut with vinegar.
All the way into tomorrow.
Or until you’re tired.
Or I make me cry.The truth is funny.
And tiresome.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
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My Blog
and her
Okay now,Thankfully.The introduction is over now andIve found my way back intothis wine stain.Let me wipe my hands on your shirt.You imagined You.I hope you are listening.Its 3:51am and I have 8 cigar... Posted by GIRL on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 09:59:00 PST
First Time Shy
Hello. Hello.Goodnight. Goodmorning andWELCOMETo meCalling from the 4am.From somebody elses phone.From a bowl of wine and cigarettes.ThisIs where I live.In the little town of more and more.Like an ear... Posted by GIRL on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 08:20:00 PST
