mouse-poo

the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead of listening to Shostakovich and Mozart through a smeared haze of smoke the nights change, new complexities: we drive to Baskin-Robbins, 31 flavors: Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, Strawberry Cheesecake, Chocolate Mint... we park outside and look at icecream people a very healthy and satisfied people, nary a potential suicide in sight (they probably even vote) and I tell her "what if the boys saw me go in there? suppose they find out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae?" "come on, chicken," she

I have made Artist Trading Cards before, but I've never received any. I would like to start trading. I have a swap-bot account. Mousepoo.

"—you know, I've either had a family, a job, some­thing has always been in the way but now I've sold my house, I've found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for the first time in my life I'm going to have a place and the time to create." no baby, if you're going to create you're going to create whether you work 16 hours a day in a coal mine or you're going to create in a small room with 3 chil­dren while you're on wel­fare, you're going to create with part of your mind and your body blown away, you're going to create blind crip­pled demented, you're going to creat