tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829472822154103457.post7164351077020244383..comments2023-10-03T12:13:43.834-04:00Comments on The Man in the Van: Paper DollOggy Bleacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01226955518208644619noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829472822154103457.post-56480647481958461662013-02-04T14:07:29.975-05:002013-02-04T14:07:29.975-05:00I am the whore who walks the cold sidewalks of you...I am the whore who walks the cold sidewalks of your destiny, buying verbs and adjectives from the junk dealer in Richmond...I paid dearly for use of the word "desperate".<br />A drunken mentor walks with crooked teeth through the valley of his own desperation. His shadow casts out the wicked and invites the fallen to a barbeque. I forget no one and that is why my step is heavy with the weight of barbarous memories. But I hate everyone and will die when the time is right.Oggy Bleacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13199810572777436832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829472822154103457.post-47165528154513913752013-02-02T03:12:22.092-05:002013-02-02T03:12:22.092-05:00That is a girl
PonchoThat is a girl<br /><br />PonchoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829472822154103457.post-85808741443686224732013-02-01T20:16:10.677-05:002013-02-01T20:16:10.677-05:00i think i heard the heat cmon the last night that ...i think i heard the heat cmon the last night that I had stayed with you. I watched it go as you posted your fingers on the pixel tape.<br />I used to adore the whore at my door. But now is time for you to die. Please don't forget me. I am paper in your head. Please don''t hate me I am heavy like the fragile cause of your life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com