i like to wear the black t shirts like Lou Reed wore
and my eyelashes full of black goop eyeliner slapped on crooked
the kids they talk of Spotify but they’ve never felt the living beat of playing a Fender Jazz bass guitar im just a girl but not really just uh girl there’s kinda a lot of intersectionality my heart she beats in tiny bits when we see your smile and when i bathe i hear Sweet Jane whispering to me under water and on some nights my eyes can’t sleep we chew our nails and tap our feet the holes on my black jean’s get wider i think my feet are kinda big as i bounce twinkling stars off the tips of my toes from the blue sill of my bedroom window but then the sounds of laughter travels from some neighbor’s t.v. reminding me of the possibility that i might just order botox shots tomorrow
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Digging on the underworld nostalgia here and just just wanting to hold it close. Myself, I’m on the fence between a mohawk or a job interview shave. Thanks for sharing this piece. I enjoyed it immensely.
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Thanks Devon, go mohawk go authentic you peace & health 🧡
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Mohawk it is then! Thanks for the nudge.
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LOL’d at last line — sooooo true! Enjoyed the imagery and sassiness in this very much.
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Thank you Jane xo
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This so good!!! Takes me places I had forgotten…..
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Thank you friend xoxo
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‘…all the poets
they studied rules of verse
and those ladies…
they rolled their eyes!’
ace work, sweet grady
xo
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and the grady goes doo do do etc. Thank you Master Reeves much love in your direction 🙂
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🙂 xo
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Reminds me of two of my sisters in the late ’60s. I have photos of them clothed in black, black eyes, black lipstick, black nails.
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Ladies of fine taste 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
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