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Things I like

I like steven seagal patrolling parishes

(although I'd wish he'd be the sherif of berwyn heights so I could see him every day)

I like talking about the technicalities of pie dough

(I made a custard pie. Better than Gran's. I can teach you if you're willing to learn)

I like watching guido love stories unfold

(Ronnie and Sam smushed)

I like that Steve wakes me up with little cat kisses

(Even if he only wants to wake me up so I can feed him)

But most of all, I really love Soft Core porn.

So what I want you to do is come pick me up

and drive around doing donuts 

in some shitty parking lot

With some shitty beer and some

cheap cigarettes and then we'll go 

back to my place and watch some

Soft Core porn until the fake tits

lull us to sleep on the couch 


  1. Hey Mr.L, I deleted your comment by mistake, my response is:

    WERE the days? Those will always be my days.


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