Hanging On A Tolerable Phone Line
by XII
Bright blue dawn on the
Super speed lawn
Stuffing meth mouth
Howdy preacher teacher
Darling I need
you to hate me
Some spark of justice
Dust of policy
Stuck in the mouth
of larger cotton diplomacy
Out loud!: I am okay
Downtown... Uptown no way
In a bright blue bomber
Some singer kicked her heels up
Sang a little ditty
About heading South of the Border
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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