November 2009
23 posts
In My Bottle.
A Ring.
A Ring.
A Ring.
An Apple on my Pillow.
Mr. Jesus, Sir?
I haven’t the faintest clue as to whom you may be Referring to. You silly shit
Or maybe I do.
“I will always remember the times we shared upon the tops of those fortune...”
– Not located in the Great Gatsby
Listen
When will he find
Me. I am not.
Who does it speak to.
I shall rememeber
When?
I am Master of all that is Round.
Listen
Listen
DON'T PATRONIZE ME!
I am invisible.
I remain Aloof.
They don’t see me
But I see them.
Wait.
Damn they saw me.
Listen
Amelia, I love....
It wasn’t that i didn’t want to go.
It was more along the lines of…
If I did go she wouldn’t want back her fish.
Damn that leg of mine.
This is the place.
But this is not the country.
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