a cut-up I wrote with my girlfriend late into the night...
herculean
Word falling, photo falling, old folks at home eating and breathing quickly, expressionless. Tina pressed a rough tongue against a rapid neck. Your parasitic opera concerns are malnourished in this retro neighborhood. Some day a man will be able to go for a walk and just disappear. Here is the epicenter of economic rehabilitation, right here, in this room, where we don't have enough coffee. Male pattern baldness narrowly escaped my evil clutches. All the lovely diseases separating latitudes of light stumbled into the psychiatrist's office babbling hysterically. You seem pretty sharp, ever handled a madras skirt? The telephone rang unsuccessfully four consecutive times like a meteor hiding it's depraved face. She murmured that the cloudy day had taken revenge on her forehead, but she was usually drunk on the porch combing her ego and stacking her black curses.
"she murmured...but she was usually drunk on the porch combing her ego and stacking her black curses."
ReplyDeleteit is a bad scene for me...A woman should never be drunk and she should never murmure & curse...
Life, itself is already unbearable..women should make the life easier.."an anti feminist's note.."