sweaty, stumbling, googly eyed honkeys, sagging lard from hot pants, drunken glee with there new found dark skinned toys at bay.
the putrid dank funk permeating everything about. and reflecting from devious drooping wrinkled darting eyes with the smugness of a pocket full of sin.
sometimes.
endlessly alone, sore, endlessly injured. waiting for time to pass, muscles to repair. sleep to come.
another night in bkk
end
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Drunken, left right left weaving, tunnel-vised. shifty eyed spades breathing hot foul insults from fast moving autos.
Glee is far from here. beneath this overpass. the sidewalk is a dank plaster of pigeon waste and subhuman shit of every hue.
left right left, i weave. with a holster full of justice, and a dick full of sin.
Endlessly contemplating, endlessly Tired, Endlessly angry. Endlessly waiting for time to fucking stop.
This shattered insomniac reality is all there is. Past, present, forever and ever after.
every night in Oakland.
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