Collapsed – the dragging dog joke sped up on vinyl yo – do it so that it sounds like dance hall – those little catches in her throat make you at her mercy yo – much more powerful than a rubber stamp exposure of the midriff yo – although that’s not to be underestimated for its pavlovian ability to erase all trace of personality yo –
Remember?
No
Umm maybe a little
Go for it, the doll gone mad, the forever in your dept cancelled by the queen of drag just like that, and anyway who wears flowers in their lapels for real?
If you read it twice, you know the score.
There isn’t always something good, or necessary even, that should be said at closing time – do you always have to sign off like you’re writing a letter? – and speaking of that ….
Here comes the night – light a candle, poor a drink, and feel something you’d like to feel – a long lost dream of something that you’ve never really had, but like to think you did, because it makes it much more fun to meet.
Christmas but the lights are pretty on the barren trees.
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