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when the beer went flat and the shit started to stink we made our way through the blood splattered hallways and down to the lobby to buy ourselves a snack.
i can't say when i got home. the feds are reading.
cover my needlie neck scars with a turtle neck sweater.
my hands are weak and liver spotted rags.
i haven't left the house in days.
the lady love at casa nami said something nice.
valentines day is for freaks and fools dragging themselves through streets peppered with used heroine needles and fish wire.
i sent that.
i need to send that box. need.
i met a genius in the elevator.
he asked me, "which floor?"
i said, "the one after seven."
he said, "you mean eight?"
i said, "eleven and a half."
"is there such a floor?" he asked witha broken asian tongue.
i said, "what does it matter when their is an infinite amount of measurements between point A (eight) and point B (twelve)?"
"just tell me the floor number." i said back to myself.
then i hit the button.
the seven button illuminated the already fluorescent lit elevator.
how do i spell that?
i can't say when i got home. the feds are reading.
cover my needlie neck scars with a turtle neck sweater.
my hands are weak and liver spotted rags.
i haven't left the house in days.
the lady love at casa nami said something nice.
valentines day is for freaks and fools dragging themselves through streets peppered with used heroine needles and fish wire.
i sent that.
i need to send that box. need.
i met a genius in the elevator.
he asked me, "which floor?"
i said, "the one after seven."
he said, "you mean eight?"
i said, "eleven and a half."
"is there such a floor?" he asked witha broken asian tongue.
i said, "what does it matter when their is an infinite amount of measurements between point A (eight) and point B (twelve)?"
"just tell me the floor number." i said back to myself.
then i hit the button.
the seven button illuminated the already fluorescent lit elevator.
how do i spell that?