sporadica
last night a gentleman and i ended up half cut on more of those fucking muffins, goofy grins and muffled words between fits of giggles and glazed eyes
we sat down in a dark bar with a pretty barmaid, bad sound, and cheap liquor
starring into eachothers drinks, smirking, and listeninging to the words of an erotic writer regailing the story of when she lost a writing contest by reading, "Margaret Atwood Gets It" i coughed on my own laughter when she informed us Atwood was a judge... brilliant
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the weather is shite at the moment, i'm probably going to bounce a cheque today because of this torrential downpour
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it's one of those crummy days outside, one wants bad tv, hot chocolate, and a cuddler . . . or a 'Withnail' . . . bread bags and cheap wine .
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i feel as if i want to wear a large ladies hat, as if i'm the mistress of a man who's funeral i'm attending trying to avoid eye contact with the wife who always knew but would never say a thing... it was never anything personal, just money . . . and sex you didn't provide . . .
but i have no large ladies hat, just a little boy's military cap that makes me look like a communist.
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. a hungry cat meows .
. and somehow i'm reminded of my vagina .
when you were born, your world was turned upside and inside out . and not once did you get a warning or a thank you, neither a congratulations nor apology, you got a latex wet slap . haha . welcome to the start of the race, small one. WHAP!
bzzt . over and out . *plop*
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unrelated but melted together
"i'm just trying to walk with you, between the raindrops"
we sat down in a dark bar with a pretty barmaid, bad sound, and cheap liquor
starring into eachothers drinks, smirking, and listeninging to the words of an erotic writer regailing the story of when she lost a writing contest by reading, "Margaret Atwood Gets It" i coughed on my own laughter when she informed us Atwood was a judge... brilliant
- - -
the weather is shite at the moment, i'm probably going to bounce a cheque today because of this torrential downpour
- - - - -
it's one of those crummy days outside, one wants bad tv, hot chocolate, and a cuddler . . . or a 'Withnail' . . . bread bags and cheap wine .
- -
i feel as if i want to wear a large ladies hat, as if i'm the mistress of a man who's funeral i'm attending trying to avoid eye contact with the wife who always knew but would never say a thing... it was never anything personal, just money . . . and sex you didn't provide . . .
but i have no large ladies hat, just a little boy's military cap that makes me look like a communist.
- -
. a hungry cat meows .
. and somehow i'm reminded of my vagina .
when you were born, your world was turned upside and inside out . and not once did you get a warning or a thank you, neither a congratulations nor apology, you got a latex wet slap . haha . welcome to the start of the race, small one. WHAP!
bzzt . over and out . *plop*
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unrelated but melted together
"i'm just trying to walk with you, between the raindrops"