WE AVOID THE PLACES WITH POOL LEAGUES
AND CASH MINIMUMS.
YOU EVER WANT A FREE KEY CHAIN? GO TO AN NA MEETING AND LIE. I PICK UP CHOCOLATE ALMONDS FROM THE CO-OP ANYONE CAN SHOP AT, AND I THINK ABOUT HOW I AM JUST A Y CHROMOSOME SHORT FROM ENDING UP GAY FOR BOB DYLAN. ABSOLUTELY SUCKING THAT MAN DRY! WE WRITE ABOUT LIVING IN NEW YORK, AND ENDURING HEARTBREAK, BUT WE DO IT IN A COOL WAY, WITH HATE, FROM BUSHWICK. AND OH, LET ME SHOW YOU HOW TO OPEN THE DOOR FOR PEOPLE, WHEN YOU HAVE A KID. I FALL IN LOVE DAILY. I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE AT THE WATERING HOLE. IN FACT, I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH WEED. GOD, I LOVE WEED. WEED MAKES ME CREATIVE!
SHORT BREATHS. WINE MOUTH. I HAVE WINE MOUTH. REMEMBER THAT REGULAR WHO ALWAYS HAD WINE MOUTH? OH COME ON, YOU KNOW THE ONE.
I AM TAPPING MY FOREHEAD, RIGHT AT MY THIRD EYE, AND ASKING “Is this thing on?”
WE ARE DECIDING WHICH BAR TO GET SHITFACED AT.
HM. I THINK SHITFACED MAY BE MY FAVORITE WORD.
THE ONE THAT’S OPENING ON THE CORNER LOOKS CUTE!
RECITE MY “ADDICTED TO DOPE, YA DOPE”!
A MAN IN THE UNION STATION WEARS
A SHIRT THAT READS: SPIRITUAL POLITICS
I SAY: SHOW ME YOUR CRAZIEST BULB!
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Transcription of a Sunday
Raw.
In front of my neighbors.
Fuck it!
Raw.
In front
of their parents!
If our lips only brush each other,
does that count as kissing?
And,
we are,
to normal people standards: sweaty and disgusting.
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Must we reap,
even if we
don’t feel like
sowing?
I need adderall
to sow,
and I need adderall
to pick up
my adderall.