Yesterday, while waiting for the #15, I saw through the window of the laundromat on the corner of SE 39th and Belmont a man putting into a cardboard box two or three construciton helmets, with springs atttached to the top which held plastic hotdogs.
Fly Away Little Butterfly, Just Flutter Away
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
Yesterday, while waiting for the #15, I saw through the window of the laundromat on the corner of SE 39th and Belmont a man putting into a cardboard box two or three construciton helmets, with springs atttached to the top which held plastic hotdogs.
Living in the SE is fun!