April 2011
24 posts
this is great///isn't i great...isn't it grande
i will fight you forever…you…in your fancy red pajamas…me sitting here drinking a forty in my dirty clothes…the dirty grey cardigan covered in liars lies…
this filthy blue hoody…stolen from a cabin i once visited in wisconsin„,while tripping ond LSD.,..now covered in the remnants of oversized richard pryor t-shirts…old local bands..a swatch of...
so this is easter...and what have you done...do...
i am a coward…you are probably a coward too..i be t you are.
you and i are cowards.
we have that in common…
and we are common….
and cowardly…
tired and boring…
and we lie around….
and we watch the world go by us…
and we are cowardly…
and it is anear infection..
and it is the weather….
and it isx something or other…
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a-u-n-t-s
My carpet was covered in dead aunts, a-u-n-t aunts, aunts. Step-aunts and blood-aunts, women i had been raised to call aunts, aunts who had once been uncles in ruffled dresses.
Covered in dead aunts…my carpet. All the cousins were fine. Al of the grandmothers were weeping, all of the grandmothers who had avoided becoming aunts during the course of their sordid sad...
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