Madame, I assure you I am not staring at you. I'm an artist. 6:34 PM Dec 8th from web |
The rain on this rather hopeful umbrella makes the most glorious noise--it sounds like the future. 12:34 PM Dec 7th from Tweetie |
None of these dislocated shoulders we've been standing on have ever belonged to giants. Oh! Hands pursed with the money-syringe--hold still- 12:59 AM Dec 6th from Tweetie |
Flourescent noise electric static in our toes, the HonkeyTonk conveyor endless cycling -theExchange- we can only comply. NoBag/I'mLocal 9:31 PM Dec 2nd from Tweetie |
Yes, but at what price apricots? We glide along these Supermarket tower hallways as trobadours, tasting the bready brilliant valleys on 7th 9:24 PM Dec 2nd from Tweetie |
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A Turkey. Naked, frozen regret. He declared himself the sentinel of my own skinless nightmares. He is called Henry. He enjoys the Post. 9:07 AM Nov 27th from Tweetie |
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Scraping inconvenient floorboards, my clockface Venus fjdnbrjs *fucking fuck BlackBerry Storm stupid keyboard* skfneudksa gjggbk! 5:37 PM Nov 26th from Tweetie |
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