quasi_sean

the moon calls you an appetite that is insatiable and you're calling me from a phone booth, disguised, taped off for the utmost privacy the door has closed and the injuries are buried for forever---

the phone rang and what picked it up was a hand connected to nothing.

"Hello?"

"It's about that time for answers."

So I went off to the desert, acid wet-dreams aside i dreamt of a girl with the beautiful nipples who drooled in her sleep and fucked while reading the dictionary and drank beer beside me and we watched an ocean far away and spoke about the ducks and the phonies and perhaps i'm saying too much in this drunken stupor and i'll regret ages tomorrow but i will call her my Jane and she will call me her Holden and life in Fiji will be wonderful.

call me from a pay-phone booth and we'll discuss the nite.

And, C...don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you'll start missing everybody.

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*yes, for those eagle-eyed folks, I ripped off a bit of Salinger.*

*also, two new pics of Sean in teh folder. One nekkid, and one when Sean was a baby. enjoy, altho teh baby picture is better.*