Monday, August 11, 2008
fuck it!
small hands pulling mine off while a whiskey and olive juice soaked tongue parades around her mouth in a rainy parking lot. sitting next to me uninvited at the bar. i left the first time. but i came back. why won't somebody do my fucking laundry for me? summer is fun fun fun. i got my moped fixed for a favor and a new record player as an extended loan. closed a credit card. can women tell these things? do small accomplishments stimulate musk glands? (Peter: "I want you to stimulate my musk glands.") i need a bed in chicago labor day weekend, friends who live in chicago that read this (0).
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i read this. i'll let you know if i'm going to be in town.
but don't do the hamilton tailor thing and wait for me to get back to you. i'll probably forget.
but, i'll probably be around. so call me if you need a couch to crash on.
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