liquor rep Monday AM
Jules sick
new happy hour prices
Aren’t you relieved at the reprieve you receive
from meaning extracted from
language. morphine laced dark chocolate
puzzle pieces
that you don't just eat with your mind
saliva, teeth, tongue and boot.
Nestled in the sub collarbone depression
of the second lady that day
to claim the name Dolly,
was the ghost/spirit of Billy “Crash” Craddock,
not possessing full agency,
but able to meddle somewhat
with what
this second Dolly could/couldn’t say,
which manifested in childhood as acute loneliness and confusion
but was later diagnosed as a
mild form of Tourettes.
down a dishwasher
PM
fruit flies!
fruit flies!
clean the fucking sinks
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