It shore is a
puzzlement I mean
once a sentence
and such has a
rearrangin' well
I don’t rightly
know how a man
puts such and such
together again—
it’s like Humpty
Dumpty or some
kinda Picasso-like
cubistical painting I
seen in magazine
one time at the
dentist when he
pulled a rotted
tooth, course he
numbed my mouth
real good you know
I drooled on the bus
all the way home.
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Author:
Vipassana (
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A person in their mid life crisis ,or a freshly 19 year old girl should read this.
Well, I am a a 19 year old girl who is having a mid-life crisis.
And the world is on fire.
Thanks for the comment.
It reads with some grit and I love the jargon included that makes it all the more real. It grinds the bone along with the tooth and leaves the reader drooling as well. It feels real. Well done
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