Write What You Know (Parts 3 & 4 of a novella by Dutch Pearce)

[dutchgotdead]

It’s like a week from Christmas. Procrastination is the poor man’s masochism, and as I window shop at the snack machine, I realize just how poor I am. This morning I wrote a poem. False catharsis just to make sure I still got it. It’s not much, but I like it

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[lemmal]

“Dooter, if I had to choose between having a ninety pound tumor on your back or living with you, I’d ask to be reminded of the difference.”

dooter's a good kid. in that cystic kind of way.

[dutchgotdead]

it's supposed to say "my back" shit. but you got it anyway.

[frozen_memories]

Love it, Dutch. As always.