just got in this morning. fought about the fag in the doorway. got your breath in the way, brushed it aside and it just keeps coming back. don't know what to say. some little blond wagged her tail and wrapped it round the stairs. got all those knickers in a not and none of them came undone. crossed her legs and shunned her face. couldn't get over the lack of words. overburden of sign. get up, got up, rolled over and got another drink. met a slight green man in the hallway. making light conversation about the polyester and the similarity between gameshows and hair colour. yet i have been told that woman do not colour their hair. it's called tinting. or lifting. i wish i could get more lifting done. it would make me feel less of a lesbian and more of knowledgible young person, graduate of course. i want to seem to care, and be green. but not a lesbian. wanna join the cycle club and ride with strangers taking over the city. feel good about vegetables. feel good about sex. test the waters and take a dip. fell into an organ and had to soak my shirt. took two days.
sometime later i fell drunkenly down a bunch of patio stairs. damaged the ovaries. blood spilling over. now i can only bare light kisses.
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