i mean if i woz a poet
or i ritah...
what material! the best of all about ... thinking
there we were ... her little paintings were giving me a lil' old sublime.... like real... smelling every vapour from her splendid frantic insouciance
litt'rin her ascetic
cave'n floor
Enteting every sense of me, having thought nonsense of her
And in the corner of my eye
shit man! a swiveleye
she didnt see
five minutes he lingered. .
he came to one side of her cave ... staring at us
then around the other....
Why i mentioned, "my my rather a lot of craven druggies round here"
referencr Him from central casting.. she had no idea
But even worse, than a hairy Lurch hovering around us with Broadmoor escapee eyes...boring holes into mine as if no cliffside aromatic danger existed next to him, he meant it! ...... ..... as sure as ferrits are more human than Lewis Carol, our wonderful chat was miraculously lasting.. ..." the issues"
( " mum" audio few weeks ago).
And he goes and sticks his Nozehair heavy, wild one in ...
thoughbubble god why is there no peace from these towny, needies, fuck off. .how can i make him!?
but when.. only five minutes in... he got to
" Ron.. seal, bum bum"
no one's made me laugh like that
except
her...
for a long time
