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A COLLECTION OF MY GREATEST HITS.
Child, you will have limited edition rain, milk from comets and golden pigeons.
Give me your penguin dust and your Christmas trees, nodded out in their pebble glory.
My skin will miss you. I want to tiptoe inside your pores and make sure your liver is working. This is when she interrupts to say. I never want to see you again. This is not the last time I see her.
I see a cute girl across the room, eating soft pretzels. I walk up to her and say. She throws her vodka cranberry in my face but goddamn it tastes so good I order one myself.
He struts to the bathroom while I finish my pineapple juice. I walk out of the bar and am on top of a volcano. On Sunday I go to church and tell another priest. Forgive me father for I have sinned. He tells me to do twenty hail marys while watching the Playboy channel.
A thin bird is preening its feathers between my shirt and the top layer of my skin. I try to make the girl with a blueberry striped face understand this but she rolls her eyes in a way that makes me want to breathe underwater until I turn to pile of feathers. I want to do jumping jacks and become a politician. Sometimes I daydream about sipping water in the most sensual of ways. Sometimes my back is a dry martini.
Give me your penguin dust and your Christmas trees, nodded out in their pebble glory.