Monday, April 2, 2012
Jinn, like graffiti & jaywalking in front of the Space Casino, kills.
+1 for olde schule geekery. Oui, I can reward myself. I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel. By the way, you, the reader, suck. Don't worry, so do we though the other half of Local no. 13 less so, me gumming up a personal cost-benefit analysis with fewer thoughts on Important stuff & more on verse-y I-stuff, though Important stuff bleeds through, how can it not. Apropos that oxidized blood is the color of rust 'cause all the waste twixt the lands of a completed piece you see where I'm going with this. Ruin porn ain't just for shooting rubble. Fucking hangovers, & that ain't all of the ubiquitous it. Don't be daft, surface phenomena.