I could hear Jack and Jill whispering in the cellar.
It was beginning to annoy me.
They were gossiping. Gossiping and giggling like a couple of little brats while they munched on idaho spuds in between prank calls.
They left a trail of coconut flakes and flecks of grey marshmallow wherever they went. I could tell they had slept in my bed because there were candy wrappers stuffed under the mattress and a GIGANTIC period-blood stain on my new sheets.
Jill was perpetually on the rag. She had some kind of strange malfunction with her uterus which caused her to ovulate constantly. She would always leave her disgusting, blood-soaked pads, faced up in the bathroom wastebasket for everyone to see. Clots that looked like exploded cherry tomatoes, and she would never flush the toilet.
Jack loved her. He would buy her dope and thrift store dresses when she would bleed all over the one she was wearing. They would steal piles of ugly jewlery together from shopping malls and wear it for a couple of days before giving it away to friends. They were a beautiful couple, even if they were constantly getting into fights with strangers.
Jack had recentley gotten punched in the mouth by an aqquaintance over a stolen CD player. The fight had practically caused him to lose two of his teeth. They were terribly loose and were inevitably going to fall out but he was convinced that if he left them alone, they would magically heal back into place. He spent hours in the mirror fussing with them. Trying to get them to stand up straight and even going so far as to brush them with a bit of bleach when they began to turn grey. It was fun to watch really. I offered to yank them but he insisted that it would be all right if I would just shut the fuck up and have a little faith...
What are friends for??
It was beginning to annoy me.
They were gossiping. Gossiping and giggling like a couple of little brats while they munched on idaho spuds in between prank calls.
They left a trail of coconut flakes and flecks of grey marshmallow wherever they went. I could tell they had slept in my bed because there were candy wrappers stuffed under the mattress and a GIGANTIC period-blood stain on my new sheets.
Jill was perpetually on the rag. She had some kind of strange malfunction with her uterus which caused her to ovulate constantly. She would always leave her disgusting, blood-soaked pads, faced up in the bathroom wastebasket for everyone to see. Clots that looked like exploded cherry tomatoes, and she would never flush the toilet.
Jack loved her. He would buy her dope and thrift store dresses when she would bleed all over the one she was wearing. They would steal piles of ugly jewlery together from shopping malls and wear it for a couple of days before giving it away to friends. They were a beautiful couple, even if they were constantly getting into fights with strangers.
Jack had recentley gotten punched in the mouth by an aqquaintance over a stolen CD player. The fight had practically caused him to lose two of his teeth. They were terribly loose and were inevitably going to fall out but he was convinced that if he left them alone, they would magically heal back into place. He spent hours in the mirror fussing with them. Trying to get them to stand up straight and even going so far as to brush them with a bit of bleach when they began to turn grey. It was fun to watch really. I offered to yank them but he insisted that it would be all right if I would just shut the fuck up and have a little faith...
What are friends for??
kudra:
I enjoyed that immensely. And you are only a week older than me. And I just did a photo shoot entitled Jon Bonet. And we both live in Portland. Do I know you?
tee:
..yikes.