Sunday, February 06, 2005

Tiny Lips

intensely felt nonsense serially wakes me jarred guest in sumptuous house can't find my loafers others closets searched draw bath fabulous tub except I'm stuck atop roof spire ancient breaking pretty girls find old me disgusting realize Jonathan's my son nephew one of them kisses me tiny lips I'm ranging around London Paris no shoes one sock dropping stuff lose Jonathan call his name loudly there he is down carpeted cliff on bus with Moroccan gypsies smoking kif on another bus he hugs kisses me I like it people looking strangely and I can't remember my hotel

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