Alone on Sunday
All weekend on my own. I played Etta James and Nina Simone. I played Marianne Faithful, the German stuff.
The house is clean. Spotless. Shining. I even washed the floors.
I haven't been outside, except to get food, which I devoured with numerous joints. Then I'm stoned and the rest of the world fades away. I’m satisfied and pacified. Relaxed. I'm almost surprised to see people when I go to get more milk in the arvo. I get used to being on my own, so easily.
I lay on the couch. My head spun. I whacked off to Nina Simone, to some of my dad’s ancient cds. The ones he threw away after the change had come to him.
The light is golden. The shadows long. A bird chirps. Nina really does sound like a bloke. It’s like sucking off a black guy, all of his work.
“Lick my cock.”
I picture her to look like Nick Canon... and what he pulls out as he sings. I'd like to see Nick Cannon undo his pants. I'd like to see him in his undies. He'd have a nick cock, I reckon.
The house is clean. Spotless. Shining. I even washed the floors.
I haven't been outside, except to get food, which I devoured with numerous joints. Then I'm stoned and the rest of the world fades away. I’m satisfied and pacified. Relaxed. I'm almost surprised to see people when I go to get more milk in the arvo. I get used to being on my own, so easily.
I lay on the couch. My head spun. I whacked off to Nina Simone, to some of my dad’s ancient cds. The ones he threw away after the change had come to him.
The light is golden. The shadows long. A bird chirps. Nina really does sound like a bloke. It’s like sucking off a black guy, all of his work.
“Lick my cock.”
I picture her to look like Nick Canon... and what he pulls out as he sings. I'd like to see Nick Cannon undo his pants. I'd like to see him in his undies. He'd have a nick cock, I reckon.
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