Today or Yesterday. I don't remember.

I walked to shops today.Or maybe yesterday. I don't remember. I bought some French bread and cigarettes from an stranger acting as shop owner. I camooed home. It was sunny. Sunny and dapply. I felt sad for the grass that had been reduced to husked hair in the heat. I don't even smoke. But I'm sure Arabs do.

16

Sixteen to the day and not a moment too soon,

there didn't seem to be a thing that could stop her from the day she was born.

EFFE

before the first,

'fore the furs,

tripled down the forlorn foothills,

forced the fix from further fingers,

kcuf.

GRAMMAR IZ WYTCHKRAPHT

GRAMMAR IZ WYTCHKRAPHT

DATZ WOT DA FISSLEZ TEL ME

CORSE YU KANT ALLWAYZ GET TO DA JUMP FORE EM

BUT YU HARDLY EVA NEED TU EITHA

I YOUSED TO KARE BOUT ALL THOZ ROLLAZ

TRIKKSIN DER HOODZ OUTTA B-ROTTN SKELETONZ

NOW I GOTZ DA SOLDYERS SINSE I BEEN GETTIN OLDAZ

NUFFIN KANT BE HOLDIN DIS FLAK BAK

NUFFIN BE STOPPIN DIS FLOW

COZ NUFFIN KAN TAKE WOT IT IZ DAT IT TAKZ TA MAKE

A HUSSLA LYKE ME

Great Gatsby Game

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I'm just going to leave this here...

This is why I eat french fries.

Its all cigarette butts, ash, dead flowers in vases and a deplorable (deplorable?) sense of underwhelming disappointment; it's a showcase of something surprisingly sudden: a flash of brilliance in an ordinary setting, the best song every written on a dusty, georgian road or the unissued vows of two lovers who'll only know friendship in each other.

This is why I eat greasy french fries.

Last Night

The aw in bawdy came about the roundabout round the hips, across the shins, fingers and sailing ships, seated in worn, encrusted, upholstery, in the dark, limelight lit, the tactile tip, up wholesome, to have some, the neck, the collar, the point, the pointed, we new, we dallied, we stopped, we played, we had, we bolted.