
Feeling Dirty
I like to lick the shadows and live like a queen. Affluent influences and dirty dreams. Magic markers spell hard truth in the afterglow, flashing like raindrops through a floodlight. Braker breaker 1-9, cigarette butts and the ends. Bar-down in glitter town with the touchy-feely gloves of a truck-stop masturbator. I can dance in the shadows or run in the light. I have to give to get when wet, you know what I mean? I mean, I can’t have it all and eat my cake too. We all need to get scars while working, true? Through the bottom I can … Continue reading Feeling Dirty
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