right means write dontit? I woke up this morning, and I couldn't find my novel. its called something like that I never heard of before, like really, wtf is a savant anyways. you are always talking to one and in the meantime you pretend you are one. but what are the odds of that. the cowboys will win the super bowl this season, I'm throwing up all my bets in as I vomit due to this melancholy bulimic urge of righteousness and esophagus flaring madness. when will I see a sign of hope. where were we when it happened. when the trip to the moon landed in the seven nation army headquarters above the alley way that Leo always looked out upon. it takes time to get into the nitty gritty aspect of a journalists point of view and I bet damn well he's ready for you to ingest all the anarchy of assimilation of words without welcome. it takes time and I'm oozing fat. bleeding from my feat to my heed, will this ever stop. I haven't been watching the news but I have been reading wells known newspaper. we have all the zeit in the world to find the Truth. But the zipper broke and I'm stuck wearing track pants and buttonflys.
LILY came home last night drunk again. She whispered in the doorman's ear and slid 20 rubles into his palm. She nodded her head as she allowed the doorman to accept and he nodded back to her, nodding halfway into a sleep inducing fuel of bananas and tangerines. She forgot his name and he didn't care, as long as that 20 rubles was in his pocket, she could have been all sick anyways. They either gonna love you or hate you, she caught herself thinking. It's been a while and she hasn't scored in about a year or so. LILY weeps at night but she holds a Theodore bear to comfort herself in her loneliness. She once dated a writer, who shook in bed, and she couldn't control her legs when sex climaxed. She kicked him off the bed twice and he would lay on the couch, watching cartoons and giggling. She slept, but that that was the past. No one would tell LILY what to do so she figured after him she'd relax and live a romantic single life with nobody except her Theodore bear. The writer moved on after LILY figured out he wasn't the right one, he was just right now for her. She accepted that, she wasn't in love and he was halfway to NY with no money in his pocket and just instinct. But now lily knew what she wanted in a man, it was a learning experience and she knew that and moved on. But its' been a year and she's getting desperate for love. Just like those ladies you see on the teevee. Only online, never forgotten.
Hey babe-sorry I couldn't call you-
last night but things happened-and
I don't really want to talk about them-
she loves me, she loves me not-is all
I've been singing so far-Martha stewart
brought some herb and we made a casserole
with it-I couldn't stand up for hours-
Winston Churchill knew what happened
just like that wannabe j.edgar-find love
in facebook-never at home-always loved
you are-tata for now you heathen you-
shine my shoes for a nickel,
Curtis von Jericho
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