the night sessions:



the waiting pose, so far so gone in character


the watches havent come off, and the woman in


the back talks loud with a horrible laugh


black eyes shaped in cat like shadow,the mouth that cries


the blinding light, the echo of the louder speaker, horrible mauve

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i like the way you kick for the ribs

like broken eves

you see them shatter before their born

into what?

into what?


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but then again

there is the sound of bob dylan

the sound of the keys being lit up

getting something right


today the scene at the coffee table

surrounded by home schooled poker players

you and paula

jesus

did you need to slam the drink down?

you looked like an asshole

getting something right




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there is red wine from coffee mugs

there is the most rediculous looking drugs on my spanish desk

there is the sound of a throated mean guitar and a cow bell

coming through the neighbors radio

me too

me too

im gonna stay up late

up late

kelly says the wine ain't great