i love your writing, she says as she sits crosslegged and naked on my couch while sipping coffee from the cracked smiley face cup i bought last year at a yard sale for a quarter... i can feel your words, they're honest and real she says... i smile, nod and say thank you as i drink my drink and lite a cigarette from a candle thats already burning.... i'm just a car salesman, a con man and part time poet, i write to live i don't live to write, i write to murder the memories and to kill the past, i write to sleep at nite and sometimes i get lucky.... you should read bremser or bukowski, i say, i'm a nobody......
Reason for writing:
ah..i'm stuck...
Birth sign: Libra
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