Banana fishd Posted June 1, 2009 Share Posted June 1, 2009 B:"What are you doing?" A: "What does it look like I am doing? I am cleaning this bathroom. The walls are filthy." B: "You are cleaning the walls by painting them?" A: "Well yeah." B: " Hm. Does that work? Seems like to me all you're doing is covering up the dirt with paint." A: "Of course it does. Here. Paint this medicine cabinet. It's filthy." B: "OK." Went with my grandpa to go eat. Walked the dog. Stopped by this moped garage to shoot the shit. This bike reminds me of spearmint gum. Visit my sister at the hospital. Books: Puddin head Wilson, interviews with dylan, a zine of poems and short stories, and Tom waits interviews himself. Options options options. Get off work say my hello's to the pups. Went out back to smoke my before bed cigarette. The cherries are in and dealio. Peas are over ripe. : ( Instead of sleeping I drove my cousin back to work so he can drop off flowers to my ma because she's kinda been in the dumps lately: A: "Why you bringing me these? I'm not dead." C:"Cuz grandma. I thought you could use some flowers." A: "Why dont you paint mah damn bathroom instead." C: "Oh grandma you know I'm too busy to do that." A: "Ta hell you are. What do you do?" C:" You of all people should know that beauty aint free Grandma. It takes up a lot of time." A: "You must got a lot of problems if you're spending your whole day fixing your face up." C: "It's a full time job I take very seriously." B: "Because you're too lazy to get a real one...oh dear did I say that? Hm. (awkward silence) I am going to go smoke." /Gets up. A: "You sure I aint dead?" C: "Not yet. I just wan-" Before we left she got him to come over later that day to paint my sister's room. Woke up and went to a dinner shin dig a child hood friend of mine's was hosting. I just sat around while everyone did something. I kept asking if they needed any help but no tammy. Me thinks they don’t trust me to cook. They have good reason not to. That girl staring at the camera I met her on the first day of kindergarten. We were both crying like sissies that our moms inconsiderately left us at school. I remember approaching her sobbing asking her why she was crying. She cried more and told me she was afraid her mom wasn't going to come back. My eyes got big and I said I was concerned too that my mom would forget about me. A friendship was borneth. They made some girly drink. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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