Tuesday, April 8, 2008

some places

the hall and atrium. there is a way inside. but why is it inside? it should be outside. everything is inside out.
the window to the beach.
there are mussels in her muscles.
the bar. her attraction to brazil nuts was born not out necessity, but rather a conditioning driven by the idea that if you like the nuts no one else likes, you get to eat them all. let me tell you, this woman ate a lot of cauliflower.
the grocery store.
the train station.
the girls in the living room.
and peeing outside.

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