Someone had mistakenly hung my initials on the wall.
I guess I asked for it. Mistakenly.
Again.
03:00. am yes I am. white sheep escaped the fast-fence-farm.
To many fs in one sentence, but can’t pronounce with my teeth-don’t-bite-your-tongue-device.
All I wanted was to climb mountains. Devil’s Peak, Lion’s head, cable-car to Table Mountain I rather boil hot water from a cold fountain with my fading ember.
Until I’d forget why did I sleep, to begin with, in this never-ending-teens too-many-beds-lost-counting dormitory nothing seems to be dormant around this curtainless threefold bunks.
Wanted sex, intimacy forsakes.
I find it funny to be intrigued.
Teased to see and not to be.
A tourist, belongs to no frame.
Wee-wee, it’s all I needed to accomplish before going back to a single bed of multiple ideas.
The hallway she catwalked wrong-fashionably, like an elephant skating a piano uphill, oh noisy chick, wanted to fly for once, carbonated blood with unfamiliar cheapest drinks she could find-pocket full of useless currency wanting to finalize the thirsty lust of the night club, strangers club looking for friends, dates, something to withstand the urge of modern…
