December 3, 2010

los angeles snapshot

i slept in a gutter, waking in the night to wonder at the beauty of my concrete pillow, and the drugs that put me there . And the midgets have the midget arms, the midget legs, the midget eyes. they try harder than other people. they make you believe. you didn't leave me as much as i shut you out. that happened. i was bad. i'm not a great girlfriend. it's true.

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