on the last day of the electricity strike i went christmas i saw brown makeup strained on pillows but it was too expensive at dawn here where everybody's bored you and your face glowed where bright where you men smoke metal cigars stand pot-bellied where only the boss because the boss loves the aroma aroma of thieves smoke won't last long enough to putrefy where you came out young glowed twist fake wood walls you electric they hazy as they deservedfrom Purgatorial (2004)
Thursday, July 30, 2015
On the Carpet
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