stupid shit on a slow afternoon
Writing for writing’s sake while ensconsed on a lamb skin sofa in the air-conditioned confines of Southgate shopping/dining precinct. Sassy girls troll the shop windows like crocs in wait, chomping at the bit to buy that croc-skin bag and matching kicks, to get their kicks in the bars and clubs, clubbing through the masses at the festivals, festive and feistly after several cocktails while the cock chase their tails until they must be bailed out of jail, the girl was just sixteen, her pussy preened but not quite hairy, hairball injustice as the moles testify to the fact that Jack the rapist touched them in the wrong place, the place was Southgate that it all began when she bought the croc to get the cock that sent the jock to lockdown
Tate ©
is this controversial or just the truth?.. i’m gonna wuss out and not offer my opinion…
can’t deny this is well put though.
T. Mick Donald
dude, you know me—it’s just stupid shit to keep the fingers limber on the keyboard. call it observational twit-hop
catch ya’ at the next pint stop