derive of environs

& she rides a broom gutter punk too high to die militia russian soup can facing people too rich to beat. I was traded out for someone who fucked up. she was the prostitute & I was the consolation prize. he never knew the difference. they say you can only remember 100 names. travlin’ leaves most with an alzheimers affliction of where you last saw them. it doesn’t help when cross-dress lipstich wig display is actually on the fly & on the wall with grandma sweater. multiple personalities of having a costume change. once i shaved my head at a rest area bathroom and lost my tail. i miss it. geek love only laments with its own. i am now an outcast. still wonderin’ who ms. jackson is and if we would get along. flying ointment was pre-mature for the new team soccer balls lost for the love of loyalty and a medic that lied for one night of kneeling into the dark with her. she named him owl and flew him all the way home.