some righteous playing by a jazzy great,
right?
one day
you will see me in the light
its the sex that youre not having, mother
motherfucker
fucker of mothers, conceiver of brothers,
that inbred sense of self righteous indignation
tarnation!
when will people ever learn
to learn to love the love they learned a long time ago
they could learn to live without
it may have seemed like a good idea at the time
before i changed my mind
perhaps
our schedules will overlap
and we'll have nothing but time
to kill
to stroke, and suck, and swallow our pills
and watch each other pay our bills
ive never liked this city
contemplate the contempt with which
one has been taught to resent the present
i had a dream about a red panda
it was adorable
but you wont see that on the five o'clock news
will you?
do you think im pretty?
yes, oh my god, hunny you are so gorgeous
im not handsome like the others, im a homely strumpet for certain
no, sweetie, really, youre prettier than me
you are not just saying that, are you?
no, darling, you are most beautiful girl of town
he grieves with little provocation, one might say
good grief
this whole sentiment smells like
roast beef
the porn star name i never used...
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