Saturday, January 5, 2008

that olive hung off the fork, glaring at me with its pimento eye

she'd gotten up to go to the bathroom and seemed to be taking an awfully long time

bipolar mania was touching my soul

she knew what she wanted but she just didn't know how to go about about getting it

wasn't really looking for any kind of excuse

just blurted it out

the pharmaceutical ads are so detailed and frightening these days

maybe we didn't know each other like we thought we did

it'll skip a generation again

she's having another shower, second one in an hour and I wonder if I said something dirty

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