YESTERDAY I HAD GAY SEX WITH A GIRL I CALLED MY SISTER.
she was eager and a leninist and i was frail and rambled. i packed at last minute.
denver international airport wandering to east coast becomes habit. it's all a blur, walk to show, take pictures, this is a blur. this place where the songs are like water to a dolphin is like seventh circle in denver. ive been here before. meet lex, hello walton. quickly hi, and then photos of the show. eyeyey. after show, hello there, shake hands, she says hi. i say hi. we three go to popeyes. this is familiar, the sight and sound of friends, yippee. talk show reality tv in next room. i wish i could fall asleep holding a friend (hell ill take a lover at this point but would rather have a friend) everynight. me and the leninist rambled through boulder. gyro in her hand, film in mine. i need, more. i need, this cant be all life has to offer. the imperial core has everything but it's all rotten inside.
ey, there the lass goes,
world soul on her back,
six thousand blows,
the portability attack,
hack, slash, gauls beckon,
eat gold leaf out of god hand,
the queen performs bass in bushwick.
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