Hey. You're numb. Porter Square. Seeing Shanna all over again. Sex is a joke. Literally. Watch another Kevin Spacey movie with a great underlying message. I've never had relations with an Asian before. Dumb Americans fill my list. Were there whores like me in the 1920s? Yes. Marijuana? Yes. The drug that's killing all these poor children. Addiction. You're a self-addict. Yes. Downtown Crossing. I cross my ass and dot my teeth with tobacco. Stop reading me. I'm no good. I can't even drink like a writer anymore. That's no fun. I'm numb from the Klonopin. I can't even pronounce the pill they drilled into my head last night. Last. Night. It's the last night we'll feel this way. Man. Kind. Man is not kind. We assume kind roles and are told to eat dirt and call it sweet. It is the opposite, We are the opposite of what our opponents say. We're good. We promise. I promise. They do too. You’re only at Park Street. You haven't made it anywhere. You’re conforming like blue hair dye. You should have kept your job. You should stop watching children with their electric dispensers. “I’m winning!” he says. She laughs. He spits.
dark and gritty just like I like 'em
"I can't even pronounce the
pill they drilled into my head
last night. Last. Night. It's the last night
we'll feel this way."
Yeah, right.
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The bitter notes are sharp and true here. Strong lines abound: "cross my ass and dot my teeth," and the children with electric dispensers, had real weight.