bloody staple

Want me to fold up

I look out!

Over my left shoulder is a lould microphone

next to a window.

Larger than life benind that is a giant flat brig wall

although the wall is 8 stories tall, there are only forty or so brix and 40 two

windows.

I cound them while listening to a

double-you NBA moneyball half time gameshow for lesbian basketball athletetes.

I have 32 stitches in my lefthvagina bithes that the blody duzle in the red zoot zoot indroduces mountain dewie girl and mrs. quigly is black n hot. I always knew that iwas lucky to be. I was geared to queer and lucky was too.

Queer to be lucky. I miss him. I miss them all.

Back to the prisent. Hospital bed and the 50 more stitches all alll the bitches. I can but barely walk and talk. Caution to the word, I confess nothing I said don't fucking accuse ME of being our sun yet, but my night rainbow is peppered, was the shadows of the unseen cookies! Next up, softball lessons. Wave good bye to L for me.

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