chill thursday noontime cold so cold. hunkered down in wool and afghans, curls of cup steam slice the air and smiling at hot chocolate warming lips and tongue and belly. morphine today; best band ever:
hanging on a curtain
swinging like a clock
big hand on the seven
little hand on top
you said you like to hear me talk
you told me not to stop...

morphine fills my cluttered office with low whispers lewd horns, the possibilities...

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