Behaving Badly in Brunswick.

Jun 22, 2006 20:38

Sweet Roofus who doesn't look like a chromer.
Vadar washes himself with a rag on a stick.
Thesis on Genetic Programming.
April on the 19 tram.
Kitty ran
I chased.
Once cup of smack please sir
Kitty wept.
So I held her.
One more shot.
Get it up ya.
Reunited with my hero's.
Names I never knew.
My picture on the mixing desk.
The pub constantly in my peripheral.
Six boobs, two spits and three tears on a napkin.
It followed us home.
So did the taxi driver.
My jumper didn't.
My thighs are bruised
perfect imprints of teeth.

Apparently I look beautiful in pain.
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