a friend's litmag theme is sick. i been itchin to write, so this
mucus, that's a humour
snot sign
the bare flicks
i forgot to write enlightened detachment
do you like it when i
in sickness and besides, i just got tested
nuts,
if i sat on a mirror i would see red
i saw our snot and she asked me about him
in my study,"
my sister takes 80 vitamin and mineral pills a day
gross get away from me
i don't know how you worship her
whisky's one of the four humours
i was sick or wewerecrying
saturday mourning
maybe you'd better stop calling me
that part of drink that disappeared first,
reappeared, rescued on the other side of glass
freed newsprint from his fingers
misst a moist fate
some men are allergic newsprint
whaaa-chou!
but we cried
i was hard
those water tears or worry
we both share a ladyfriend who will die if nutmeat passes her lips
halfsnooze new eureakean waitpersun brought her that close
If you're going to be naked, might as well have a good time. Stern reply, "Lift up your sack. Bend over, spread your cheeks, cough."
oh yes
they are tight
justin, she cocked, you're not using so many syllables
"96 tears through 24 hours, aw sex once every hour"
bang your forehead on the sink - nausea
i think she'd like these x
i know postmodernism is about language
she mirth i dumb
she reached for the napkin;remnants of our restaurant-child
"evidence"
do you know what it's like to date the person in the world who requires the most attention?
my pussy loves you too.
mommy.baby.egg.hi.
i'm going to start sending you semen
icould be a father now
i think my life is about learning to be a good father
I did not have to move from my seat to hear her wrath - "You hurt me Daddy!" betrayal. conciliatory, "I'm sorry honey, I was playing." angry retort, "You pushed me over Daddy! That's not playing!"
gramma says
We had a fight one night. I told her I could stand her anger. She didn't believe me. I prodded her to release it, to expose me, that I could take it; I wanted to know all sides of her. She looked at me, squinted her eyes and spat "you caused your father's suicide. You drove him to kill himself."
she heard
I was the last one
to talk with you
before "the path(o)s of glory lead but to the grave"
i chose gender carefully
"of great men
i notice the unintended consequences of their goals
you should stop thinking so marxist
As a homosexual, and a schizophrenic, Haia may not be the quintessential male role model. But he did have a sort of earthy wisdom, as well as a sharp mind that you couldn't take for granted.
he has 8 children
i didn't ask how many wives
my mother and father cheated on each of their first spouses with eachother
she was going to leave him, but she thought he'd fall apart without her
so they had me instead
my brother has forgotten about forests
my sister can't feel her feet
i have tendonitis from typing too much
i'm not your fucking girlfriend
she's such a matriarch that she fools around with other men
she thinks it's cuz i was never breastfed
she wouldn't have sex with me; i used to think it was because she actually enjoyed it with her brother
once on a date, and the other was a stranger - she hasn't really seen anyone since
six hours a day for four years
i could hear her beating her stomach to get the puke out
i was hanging around with him - i never knew he hit her
without risking death
all of her rituals invoke danger and suffering
you have no choice.
i said id shower with him for fifty bucks
why do you pull it out?
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