Teenage angels haunt
the four corners
of 1st and Marrion
shilling for mattress companies
sugar filled nothing bars
rusted condoms
carbonated amphetamine fruit juice
free fake hugs
white kleenex wings
what you gonna do now?
what you gonna do next?
get used
get tossed
get with it
or get lost.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
1st Avenue/Morning
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I get after 'em about it but they're all aloof. At least I hope so 'cause if they ain't then I made them up!
I'm postin' only becuase I like your writing, not because I got bullied in to blogville. And I dig your (i'm being serious here)skillful out of tune (we'll fix this soon) piano plunking.I'm going through chayeeenges! Da dum.
Nice writing S-town.
The skilled outtatune piano is going to be my next schtick, like my Shite Atkins method of guitar instruction. Say, H-Towne, who's gotta copy of that PLFC disc? Mine is in heaven.
Hi AM! Yes, I feel like we've already met. Shit a monkey indeed!
Come visit Seattle. The weather fair, and we have the Greatest Front Porch. Just ask Scoot!
Hey 5! We've got PLFC, F'n Bastard, Great Big Barn Owl, you!
Is it me, or is there a prosecutable amount of exclamation points in that lst post?
I'm really underwhelmed by it all...
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