we can use this space for ideas and thoughts that lead...

like

tales from the morgue

or stories from the padded cells and bars

The ugly nailclipper

yeah i was just thinkin the chop shop blues

good one!

Thanks. Chop shop blues is good

gee i live in a run down trailer with one bedroom and i have five kids with i dont remember all their fathers but yeah this tattoo on my ankle is lio and my kids eat raw tomatoes and onions and love it and they wash the dishes and theyre great little troopers and i found 7 thousand dollars stashed in the sofa cushions one day when my youngest was ****tin in the corner and my kids need to ride their tricycles in the street cause our trailer is flush with the road

and yeah i just told child services i needed a break and could come back soon and they said theyd put up a chain fence for them..

and whats your name? and what are all these lights outside our window and yeah im white too. the city is so biggggg... omg

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i listened to to you too. i didnt have a comb or was it you brushing my hair. i prayed for all of you

i hope my tears are not in vain. i do. i really do.

here - have a box of harmonicas for them kids!!

i had a little book shelf that saved me most days

and an attic playroom with imaginary worker elves and complex systems of organization i thought i was the mastermind behind it all

and sounds that went off during the night from those places causing my family all kinds of gentle humorous grief

and simple procedural operations

i read them all

and took apart all the little gadgets

and climbed on roofs

and jumped off high places

street races

new faces

and stuffy pretentious sordid places

lessons from my brother my sisters could never tell

pennies dont fall from heaven maybe nickels

who gets the quarter? (in italics)

who's marching

who's reading?

who laughing why am i laughing what is she doin what am i doin what are we all doin

never listen to the alvin and the chipmunks christmas vinyl

sneeze when

be a real man on bon voyage hawaii

yikes, yes, life is a lot of information

pay attention to these few images.. i've selected them personally for you, yes, later dear girl (slyish smiles and eye contact)

jogging the memory teasting testing one two

horror and romance comedy

round?

held the drama

one ill fitted red sock is such a big tooth squinty eyed smiling pitty

it matched the desk and chair

yep its me

bbbusssess snakes n train

ill think more later

timely wash of laundry

second helpings

i watched her twin sister from another room the bathroom

sitting and staring

exactly what to do

sht the fckin door mfs

not like she had the razor

no voice left

hold the blade

walk under the blade of grass too

music cue

what music do you play

i wonder about you

or is it me

looking out the window

where will i be going soon

how shall i spend my time

sitting in a friendly lap

massage to purr

desk(S)

and afterthoughts on me

new and exciting boobie traps (comic book) no pulp

nonfiction section

pink time yes peas

the old switcharoo kangaroo

who carries who

blue

i left the change here too

thank you for leading

values of true friendship i hope

become clear

families near and far

across the maps

more attic stories...

there was no stereo. that house another museum. curling p reading books/ she smiled slightly at me showed me the way through the front door of the garden district

and the sacred heart of jesus and cardinals and rles and more trips to france and piercings

ill cross the sky for your love. i wondered how i heard the song before. i searched until i found it

dont let go of my love

it wont be long now

this love

u2

there are no speakers in attics or are they