casting clouts [& may wasn't out]
No more frantic flees out
of a Lysol/Febreeze/smoke
stamped toilet. Head finally
(sometimes) firm, tits held
high, shuffling awkward
and self-consciously in my
big bag(s) for a light/
fag/lipglass/RAZR/
adivan/cokeamachinecola.
On low sleep high stress
much ado about every
possible thought sprinting
from neurotransmitter to
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