I am brushing the RTA which is my mouth, my teeth, when I glimpse myself in the bathroom mirror.
God Damn.
If it wasn't for the mildewed spots like a cancer on the glass I might almost be a
handsome son of a bitch.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Pt. the 44th...
In which the witch cut a switch Lashed you like the he sum'bitch You were... When all'a that 'real' shit came down... Stitched yer itch, in a NY minute. Worked yer soul for a discount. Struck it. Stiffed a tab and walked out.
2 comments:
Pt. the 44th...
In which the witch cut a switch
Lashed you like the he sum'bitch
You were...
When all'a that 'real' shit came down...
Stitched yer itch, in a NY minute.
Worked yer soul for a discount.
Struck it.
Stiffed a tab and walked out.
Hey. Actually, I kinda like that. It's a bit like Bob Dylan's 300156th Dream.
And I was starting from the premise that your comment was a calculated insult. I like it nonetheless.
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