and we are drunk and life will change
as we change and life strikes

never in my fucking life will
i ever don't care if my boyfriend
is crying his fuck out in a parking lot
swolen fucking stupid fucking ankle
or not, and if ever i do, i am guessing,
or fucking hoping, that at least, i won't
say ro my fucking best friend to shut her
mouth.

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listening
strangers in common

reading
e.e. cummings - 95 poems

watching
trainspotting

looking
john currin

what?
200 things
bla bla
e-mail

there
the start
the town
myspace
our beloved