Guest Shiva H. Vishnu Posted July 15, 2006 Share Posted July 15, 2006 oh blessed gauze of drunk streets freckled with feckless hoi polloi stunning me, blissed by shunning my slouch and sway and the ghost of a girl on my arm listing my prow through an unmerciful deluge of sweetness and bile a fence-climbing, swilly buffoon of an evening to be treasured as a token from a gentle god even though she punched my fucking lights out Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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