Thursday, August 29, 2013

4590. ENNUI, HENRY

ENNUI, HENRY
I'm going to take your hand and twist it until it
breaks. That's the means of what you'll remember : 
I am your sodden, thriftless life, and now it's gone
away. Rue me nothing, but give me the day.
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Enchiladas and rancho marinas.
I'm sick of everything I see.

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