Feet - a Man we stood there. Hats on. The door rings. Bring. The door rings. Bring. The lights on. So. No ones said so. So. The door rings bring. Click. The door. Opens. We walk. In to. Bags. Of stiff. Pairs of sneakers and shirts on backwards. Were going to elevator up to couch television and we all know it. we? A collective of kindred souls. That Ive seen u do what uve seen me be we all seem to feel has each of our hands in our pockets and the gum were all chewing. Letting out smiles for women. As if she would eat sushi with me. Ive never had sushi with a woman. I would never get sushi with a woman. Letting out sighs. Cynicism. Theres no need to go out with a women. I need nothing else other then a woman to feel quiet: says no one in a metal elevator 3 floors from a small dog. Doors down from our own. Man. Ding.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 06:54:54 +0000
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