Why I'm Attached to my attack
I live in an interesting fucked up neighborhood. There is nice housing, there is not so nice behavior. Drugs and prostitution are an ongoing problem. I spoke with a prostitute the other night (about 5) and she scared me. She was big, and kind of dyky looking (I am not a lesbo) She recieved eight dollars from me for a fifth. She smiling at me, she reaching for me, she hugging me, I think maybe she kissing me bot ah'm nought 'frai, j'nown? Zo, ah'm hugging her back, she smiling, ah'm smiling, she waving, ah'm waving - she's saying ah'm, I say ah'm liking you! I say ah'm liking you too! I'm waving back...nite... omigawd.
I like looking at cute dead guys, why? If you catch one, you can keep one. Cute dead guys never leaving you? I've had too many broken hearts. I'm not going to apologize - I like looking at cute dead guys. ~shiver~ ah'm not 'n i say ah'm not a lesbo (i tried it - why - juz bi curious 'n nozzing 'appen 'n ah'm juz' not fizzling j'oo no wot I mean - I mean no jooz) - however, a keeper is hard to grab anymore.