Charlotte Thompson
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Lucky is always crying. Jason is a stone. Carly has a big mouth. The fifth of July is torrid and swampy. Rest easy people. There is starving in America. The starvation of hope. This is soap box journalism coming to you straight from hell. The slow moon rising. Shadow flowers escaping. Lizards on the scurry. Pop. Pop. The sounds of a nine. Cops. Dead people living. Sweating out the daily days.
Four score and seven. Puppy breath is a sweet teacher. Kind of has the scent of innocence doesn't it. We are or were born with it. Now we as adults-our mouths are like garbage. You know trash mouth. Oh well call out the Altoids then, I say.
I want to have sex with a mask on. Yes. Yes I do. I got the idea from Annika and her dream. Sexy. Fiction has fictitious words. Some of this is and some of it isn't. Fiction. Words.
Paintings. Blue orchards. Strange peaches growing upside down and no I am not Alice.
I am the woman who spits for a living. Vamos.
Vamos my love.
America is bleeding. Romeo. Romeo. Art thou.
Machines are our new brains. Our lover. Messiah.
Black lace makes me feel. It is my charming night bracelet. Jewels on the sapphire taste of my tongue.
Where could I hide later this evening. In the greens of my garden as I watch the rabbits hop. Hippity.
Vamos my toes. Vamos.
envíe a cielo mi amor-
America, America. God shed. Its grace. On thee.
Big oil. Stop.
Efforts. Be more.
The sorry.
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