Little Green Faeries

Like someone pissing in your stream of consciousness

Friday, November 18, 2005

he stumbles out of the broken down cadillac into the three ring circus of the city...Memphis is cold and untouchable and I stare into his eyes and they smile. He fumbles in his pockets and pulls out the shimmering white powder which glints and gleams in street lights, tail lights of passing cars...he pulls out a set of keys and generously helps himself to nose full of winter-I turn to him and say

"sniff that off my tits and let's fuck til dawn"

and so it was...


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