oven roasted topiary
By St Alcohol
like the open window of frustration i am simple simple open window simple gone off like golf balls swing and strike and flying in some direction born in an egg salad smelling of rice wet, small stringy like the hairs on a wet dog gullable puppets open minds simple songs texas, jack, cheeseburgers and i'm shaking my head mournfully, my muse oh clicking flicking channels... Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 09:30 AM PST 0 • 13
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"like the open window..."