Draped my black coat over the fast noise and names.
Best Manuscript titles: Cocktails with Hitler, Granny's Taco Needs a Drink and Other Children's Stories, and the Pulitzer prize-winner: Breakfast With A Wet Gun.
A lapdance in Starbucks, or just Starbucks.
Hot chocolate in Kitty O'Shea's. A gay couch. No I am Not a wet dream.
Sean you were my best accomplice. You're going to burn in hell.
In the French Gardens, Lips and I watched the servants interrupt the chandeliers.
My valentine with the breakfast guy, who likes to be peed on. For REALs.
Getting a nibble from Lemon. Pockets full. Eyes full.
Limon has secrets in her rainblack hair. Behave!
Moleface ruins my coffee but hands me his card.
In the bathroom I meet the mouth for later. Later the snow falls on our dream.
I defend the Eyepatch. The Eyepatch and I eat our miseries and then flee.
I text the leathergod, and he says Miguel.
Justice keeps her in line, good morning bitch. Did you sleep well? Good girl.
The books I wanted were already stolen.
If you tell anyone I'll deny it completely.