It was so hot outside. It was a woman in her late 30s I guess that I had not seen. So her jeans are falling down, half of her bareness is showing, pressed against the rim of the denim. I ask her three times if she needs a phone. Do you want a phone? There is a courtesy one inside that looks like a payphone, I’ll take you. Are you lost? Can you raise your arms up over your head? She shakes her hands over her head. She walks up to me, “Girl girl girl. Show me your belly button. Puhlease show it to me. I wanna know is you an innie or an outtie?” She picks up her shirt she’s an outtie. I pick up mine she screams, “An inniieeee! Aw hell! But when you get a baby in your stomach it will be an outtie just wait. Oh god.” She is clapping so loud I am worried. She starts stomping I am ready to walk away
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cavities that ache so hard! it all feels so old, like the cognitive says "he has been intellectually amused and deceived by all preceding philosophies.”
i want to say something rash. some very old object must be shown respect, theres room for the union but theres still young girls and boys who get tossed around in advertising, at the bus stop, in the mall. there still isn't a big enough cavity for the crap and heels in their stomachs
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i want to say something rash. some very old object must be shown respect, theres room for the union but theres still young girls and boys who get tossed around in advertising, at the bus stop, in the mall. there still isn't a big enough cavity for the crap and heels in their stomachs
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