fuck frank slavering. here
is some of someblog lasting one week (this week):
F/
I don’t want yr friendly
fluff and doltish tendencies. So
T/
Effect of sandwich-clogged neck, smeared highchair.
W/
good sense: menthol puffed
lips lifted into morning
cold part slyly pink.
T/
Hong Kong, Saigon, Phnom Penh, Bangkok, Saigon, Hong Kong. possibly.
M/
the best cds listened to while inserting A4 into manilla envelopes:
Sister Sledge greatest hits
the song ‘Yes Sir, I Can Boogie’ by Baccara
Can ‘Vitamin C’
Seelenluft new album
S/
& how encounters with brushed cotton shoulders in quiet corridors could lead to more: gentle biting of hindquarters perhaps.
S/
drops pock
tide slap,
twice white
swoln back.
plus rain pimples
*
breakfast blog
for quick confession of
yer blues n green longing:
hint night glint
seeing sun.
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