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E tu trabajo el prostitute (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

Wine stained full lips quiver in Santa Barbara. Hitchhiking home along majestic hidden beaches. Cannabis morning stares and giggles in Temecula. Golden eagle gobbles entrails up on a flatrock. Powdering noses until the glowing bursts of Vegas. Limosine driver's a voyeuristicly appealing blonde. Tri-tip-steak and German foamers at a Laguna hotel. Six-string-guitar solos under a full moon's waxing. Fishing for yellowfin out off gorgeous Catalina. My skin can get no darker bronze than this love. On my knees praying to gods in magical Joshua tree. Owls talk to me instead while the camp fire red outs. I have taken nothing for granted but myself, this life. These places in the light, and the night, survive me. Making me who I am, not what I am liable to do.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 28-May-03/4:01 PM
I do beg your pardon. I meant, of course, the old jew on whose face you come.




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