Thursday, November 20, 2008

seven sad forests

i'm standing there in the aisle holding a copy of memoirs of my melancholy whores and he texts me 'it wasn't like that just know that o.k.?' and then i pick up rimbaud and study the french. then burroughs and i feel the pages of food. what if i could eat books for breakfast and that was how i read? i text him back 'yeah'

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