Where there are steps, and an amazing view. I play polite but vocal vigilante to discover I make more enemies than allies. Some kids did not get their belongings lifted, but then again who had my back when there was a knife and an angry man in the shadows. He would not have even been annoyed with me if I had not intervened with his operations, in interest of protecting the kids that had been nice to me. Battles will be chosen carefully.
He did not have the wherewithal to stab me first, and I was not in a position to explain myself to the amphibious police.
Ferlinghetti signs my transit penaltie, I am not going to buy his 18.00 book. Coca cola gets expensive, miss the old 5 cent days. Blanched and sometimes parched, I live in the right place for the time.
Painting furniture with the tea, it evaporates quickly and eventually gets lacquered. Difficult times call for breezy measures such as a pinch, a jigger, a taste, or a "little".
no, jigger is NOT that scientific
I feel like the level of my coherence has dropped below that of text on a bottle of Dr. Bronner's. At least compositionally. In dialogue I can stick to rhyme, reason.
