Friday, September 30, 2005

OJ

Why do I keep going there, obbsessing.
That sweet taste of orange-juice.
Have you been told?
What.
About this.
I haven't been.
On every detail.
Happy.

Stop following me!

Little-kitty.

BIG SHADOW.

Kitty-little.

I'm listening to the sweet-tasting-sound...
purified -
every,
minute.

S-Q-E-E-Z-E M-E.

Without a word.

I lied.

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