Sunday, March 24, 2013

febuary 19 1999

i go to my fiances apartment
for supper
there are nine meals on the table
each one in a different stage
of decomposition
anywhere from fresh to rotten
i say
"darling , how friggen unique
fuck , darling
i thought your dancing cat
was interesting
but this takes the cake
can you explain to me again
why we can't have sex...
ever ???" 

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