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acting as if he were Tiny Tim (it was Christmas).
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orphan wrote bald letters to old motherfucks.
as a
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hot girl orphan whose
promiscuity was only next to her brooding Brobdingnagian sexual lusting, fulfilled only owing to the imaginative storytelling her creative brain could spiel a yarn out.
she continued, uninterested male and female staff doctors to
uninterested male and female
janitors all.
see me. feel me. touch me. heal me. Tommy was the album of her stay at the orphanage.
Bovine AND buxom did the cowbell's rhythmic lowing, mournful in the gloaming, like a loon in the night, but in the morning light, when golden warm full to bursting unmilked teats hung low, their tit tips touching blades of glassy grasses, tops new with dew, passenger of the pasture wild with curled coolly lubricious owly preternatural coprolalia whose tic was for a Freudian slip, co-morbid with a false type of synesthesia which instead of hearing colors, made her see phallus in varying girth, length, and color, based on the weather or articular season; such sallow
fallowed fields did her gate tramp down,
Mia Farrow-slow, kids in tow, eschewing everything Woody or Allen; off-limits also worldly things and for some reason Pho, not comforting, now angsty, swallowing paper-thin steak, raw and untouched by the fundament bowl of steaming hot Pho, Nam Pla, and basil to fight to the death scoville hot acid which to chew cud like pitchers on the mound walking guys, his chaw never more like girl-gum, in its mastication friendly, soft, inviting and repetitive to mull over, he was thinking about changing ball grips when as if striking out of its own, his mind made a twinning of two disparate things whose only real time for it was it okay for reviewing was the top of the 7th upon recheeking, rechewing, but there it stayed the similarity not similar to Cole Porter's lovely melodic rhyming in his famous flapped lyric where the melody went from major to minor, so had his career in the Major League, and now to follow suit, so had his apparent cognitive executive function taken a long summer farm league float where they build it you come, but his was not prophetic, in fact, quite distressing, the Macy's window of his mind whose mannequins he was dress and undressing;
the minora and majora of the labial variety, texture, giving and taking soft and yielding or tight and feeling ministrations not done or done as one does just for fun, or of no mind at all, but to while away the time from the second hand rounds of the circular dial.
savory, slightly salty, psychologically upsetting, in whose absent advances toward each of them she rebelled at the thought that she'd been rejected wholly, each one without the other, not knowing the score, as she sat at her desk, ready for filling, they sallied to her without trying to hide it, then easily, quickly they told her, all of them, told her, each one on their own, told her, without exception, 'no,' the some of them with even the decently common rough veneer too unlovely, dragged out, no edgewise spot was their space for a word, filibuster faces getting a gander as a mentally unfit, emotional panhandler she suffered abuse, as orphan child 1 with a bullet at Christmas, non-sexualized conventioneers she stumbled among looking for argot imperceptible micro-expression, play it its lulling evensong at 9 ... 9 in the fucking evening, even the fountains were dry, instead of getting it on, she took six oval pillules, touched Padre Pio's glove, and just lay their akimbo.
Dick Charleston wrote a sad letter
to his old mother,
over the seat as the orphan kid,
WROTE his same gory story.
12-03-1993 Senator Nat G. Kiefer University of New Orleans Lakefront Arena, New Orleans, LA
In 1987, the UNO Lakefront Arena was officially renamed the "Senator Nat G. Kiefer University of New Orleans Lakefront Arena".
