Like maybe we clothe them in sun. They could be quakers. We can kiss their knees and let them sit on our backs. Pouring water into the cracks of their dustskulls. If you tear down telephone masts then they will not have to sow grow reap coffee so that it can be drunk and you will be wishkissed with the energy to stare at a computer and make them grow something else. They should have a costa.
You could sell cakes and use the money to visit them and shake their hands and take pictures and put the pictures on the internet. If you are at school you may take a year out for the “opportunity of a lifetime” before university. You may pay me £3000 and then I will let you shake their hands and kiss their cheeks. Then you can go get drunk at Oxford and they can roll in mud.
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Little girls who care. I have to go work now.
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you have to go work now.
ReplyDeletego work on that poem and the sound it makes when it leaves your mouth.
when little girls care they use tiny font
ReplyDeletehell fucking yeah KHSN.
ReplyDeleteheyheyhey i care.
also the midwest is the only place where the men and women and children kiss the ground and when they taste the bone dirt on their lips they taste God.
i've never been there.
listening to okkervil river & thinking "i wonder how ben brooks is today"
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ReplyDeleteremember you said
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you wont remember
7 out of 10 coffee lovers prefer costa.
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