Sunday, January 24, 2010

Indian Summer

There's a chance but it's wasted. A moment, ruined with the next. Endless possibilities. The slut is looking for attention and as much free coke as possible. No manners, but they tip well. Everyone is talking shit about the Buffalo and we're almost extinct and grinding our teeth.

I'm still here and won't be laying down anytime soon.

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