Made exceptions.
I get locked out in the alley wearing dressy shoes that aren't mine and a pit bull
runs up to me like a murderer and I don't have the armor
of my cell phone.
I need running shoes in a situation like this.
Fetish for leggings;
Fetish for not wearing pants.
Red ones came in the mail today.
Dressing as funny as possible.
Wearing all the colors I feel like.
The hours get late;
drinking the rarest tea in the world...
that's the sales pitch.
Turn out the lights and music up the air open the windows and light candles;
stay still
shaking
quivering all over like a tower with bendable parts.
It's over in the begining.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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