WHAT'S A GREEN
PAPER SHELF?
And what's in a name anyway? How do we mean the
tragic figure in the clown mask? Crossed messages, and
all things together. The message is garbled, but I think
I still hear it : 'I love you. Come her. Don't ever leave.'
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I can be the tight-fisted one. The girl in the post office,
with the close-fitting shorts; my eye was taken by shapes
and forms. It's okay, you don't need to leave anything to my
imagination, believe me I get the story. And the picture too.
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Then the rumbly guy strolls in, with the package to mail
or not - registered mail, return receipt, certified, what the
fuck? Stops dead in his tracks to look at this ass. And stares.
I think I saw him drool. That's cool - steps up to the window
and just asks nicely. I love being the witness to every
trespass alive; yes, every trespass there is.
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