the drunken freak

padded bras, too much perfume, deoderant, baby powder
sensory overload covering up more natural sents, senses, sensations.
fuck! nothing that big could really be firm
soft is better anyhow
I'll go shave, clean off a place for you to sit
we'll get some wine it's cheap
but after 1/2 a gallon it'll taste much better
and soon my writing will seem good
I'll be romantic
you'll be my fuck pig
then you can tell everyone what a rotten son of a bitch
I am. worthless. and I'll laugh laugh laugh.
and find another dumb bitch to fool.


The Battle for the Valley of Mars | another | One To Write Home About | a couple of quick ones | buk was right | home p2 | BFM p2

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