stop

sunburnt kid, sunburnt summerThis is where my heart line leads: this creek, these banjos, an upright bass. my Father quietly drunk on moonshine, my Mamma sings to us.sunburnt kid, sunburnt summer
A crease in the flesh, flash in the pan, a shot star winks, the night splits open above the neighborhood dock where I tugged at crab-lines. curiosity tops courtesy.
My palm bends, I crack open an oyster
I will not yet eat. I am eight, and I pull my polyester tight against the january sun. the wind bites, my toes are numb, and I am laughing.
A fold wrapped in furrow, a swallowed dream flares over the Wadmalaw.
Tree of Life

good luck won't save us...at 3:46 am in Kuala lumpur LOVE is offered in such an astonishinggood luck won't save us...
variety:- whilst maundering down piss drenched boulevards the 3:46 am girls (and the 3:46 am boys) tell me that TONIGHT i shan't be lonely,
that it will be
warm
and wondrous,
that they will
fix me
right up.
that i could: a) LOVE one of them with cuffs
(or whips) b) have two LOVE me (for a slight increase in fee, of course)
at 3:46 am you can find LOVE
in every street corner,
and in this town for appro

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you lack what others seem to have; stupidity.
Good job. =3
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