Pickle Belt
The fruit rolled by all day.
They prayed the cogs would creep;
They thought about Saturday pay,
And Sunday sleep.
Whatever he smelled was good:
The fruit and flesh smells mixed.
There beside him she stood,--
And he, perplexed;
He, in his shrunken britches,
Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,
Prickling with all the itches
Of sixteen-year-old lust.
-Theodore Roethke
tonight is punk cabaret. hmmmm. i wonder if that will pan out. you know i realize that a couple of weeks ago i actually met the jolly good fellow that signed this outfit. funny thing about that encounter. i managed to split my head open while talking to him - and oddly enough not as the result of fisticuffs either. i'm bleeding everywhere, and holmes sees my flesh wound and goes, "welp. nice meeting you. later." i could've bled to death an dipshit splits like he's got some hot date. my ass. i've been with industry skanks. they ain't all that. anyway, the moral of the story is that those in the music industry still have no souls. but even so i do hope i see him tonight at the show, just so i can let him know that everything is okay with me head.
The fruit rolled by all day.
They prayed the cogs would creep;
They thought about Saturday pay,
And Sunday sleep.
Whatever he smelled was good:
The fruit and flesh smells mixed.
There beside him she stood,--
And he, perplexed;
He, in his shrunken britches,
Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,
Prickling with all the itches
Of sixteen-year-old lust.
-Theodore Roethke
tonight is punk cabaret. hmmmm. i wonder if that will pan out. you know i realize that a couple of weeks ago i actually met the jolly good fellow that signed this outfit. funny thing about that encounter. i managed to split my head open while talking to him - and oddly enough not as the result of fisticuffs either. i'm bleeding everywhere, and holmes sees my flesh wound and goes, "welp. nice meeting you. later." i could've bled to death an dipshit splits like he's got some hot date. my ass. i've been with industry skanks. they ain't all that. anyway, the moral of the story is that those in the music industry still have no souls. but even so i do hope i see him tonight at the show, just so i can let him know that everything is okay with me head.
thank you for making me smile!
and smile i did, again, when looking at your virginity loss--at first glance it looks like you lost it to a girl and a man.
i was like...ummm..how?