jueves, agosto 05, 2004
I MIGHT(The Luxury Liners)
I let Peter and Tim sleepit off on my couch bed.They had sex for hoursuntil I punched the wall.I slept through breakfast.Peter helped make lunch.Tim and he took the busto the new shopping mall.They bought two DVDsand a certificate for me.I found a note from Peterin Tim?s fallen backpack.He took the news calmly.He?d wanted to tell mebut thought I?d freak out.His eyes look like mine.Our ideas are different.We walked a few blocks.I asked him to chooseand so he dumped me.I realize Tim fucked mebecause he felt flattered.He thinks less of me now.He apologized profuselythen took off with Peter.Peter fucked me for kicks.He kept his sweatshirt on,rolled up past the elbows.He washed his hands ofme by the next afternoon.Tim is a painter who didmy portrait that summer.They met at an openingwhere I coveted Peter?svery flattering self-portrait.Tim arrived here cryingthe morning they broke up.He crashed on the couch.It turned into his bedroom.Now they both live there.They might not stay long.They could turn out tobe less than great artists.We?ll all feel so cheated.That?s no reason to budge.
Dennis Cooper.
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I let Peter and Tim sleepit off on my couch bed.They had sex for hoursuntil I punched the wall.I slept through breakfast.Peter helped make lunch.Tim and he took the busto the new shopping mall.They bought two DVDsand a certificate for me.I found a note from Peterin Tim?s fallen backpack.He took the news calmly.He?d wanted to tell mebut thought I?d freak out.His eyes look like mine.Our ideas are different.We walked a few blocks.I asked him to chooseand so he dumped me.I realize Tim fucked mebecause he felt flattered.He thinks less of me now.He apologized profuselythen took off with Peter.Peter fucked me for kicks.He kept his sweatshirt on,rolled up past the elbows.He washed his hands ofme by the next afternoon.Tim is a painter who didmy portrait that summer.They met at an openingwhere I coveted Peter?svery flattering self-portrait.Tim arrived here cryingthe morning they broke up.He crashed on the couch.It turned into his bedroom.Now they both live there.They might not stay long.They could turn out tobe less than great artists.We?ll all feel so cheated.That?s no reason to budge.
Dennis Cooper.
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