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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4197 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention a j dillaby saturdays and memories scattered about the floor like a bachelors clothes; incentive love and courage to gather together, i walk out one foot in front of something else, i walk into another nightmare, another blazing sun, another foreign newspaper, a pollock of city frowns and forgottens. gatherered right i stand smart notice this (a chin up for a broken nose.) I wait and think im cool. i weap with all i can. think im empty. think im cool. i walk into charlies with a train wrecked stride in a cheap suit into more of fried food and orders up, as they put me in the street with directions to the nearest church, hospital, whorehouse, whatever, with what face they left me. |
