i need you now for
chatting and mayhem; we'll shake
asses, tits, cocktails
until the sun's up
and our livers are strung up
and hung out to dry
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nuances, moments, a celebration of the mundane -- life in brief.
4 comments:
should I be worried about you?
sometimes, i believe my liver needs to be squeezed flat through the rolling pins of one of those old-timed dryers.
the moon; what an accomplice.
I wanna drink with you two.
then we can hold eachother's hair back the next morning! o, what fun we'll have!
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