that boy's some prick ya know, all up in
my hair, thinks that i care, keep followin'
me here. keep followin' me there - these
days i can't go nowhere.
D. Rarse-cal
if i was older and richer i'd be his sugar
mommy, until then i'll just have to be his
bit on the side, grits to his chicken,
pastrami to his rye, pickle to his salt. i
could talk and talk and talk to him all day
and night. he;s a catch but this little
broad will never be tied down to one
little hoochie.i wuv him. we could just be
friends forever and ever.
Yosef accosted my mother and i at JFK
in New York. To this day, she still
talks about him with such praise and
joy that I know deep down she wants he
and i to move back to my country
australian town and have a little house
with dogs and 2.4 children. this aint
gonna happen though. yosef once made a
comment that the british are obsessed
with child murder as perhaps a
reflection of their own depressing
lives. it was sorta wrong to say it,
but so right, that you dont know
whether to laugh, cry or kiss him. so
ladies - just do all three.
Another Belfast morning, drunk again,
but this time it's Steve Earle
soothing my savage breast. Kinda knew
Yosef already, secondhand, before he
got here, and he's pretty much lived
up to expectations. 'cept his photos
do not do him justice. He is one good
lookin' guy, and hopefully he has the
sense not to abuse this, as people get
hurt real easy, and that's no good
thing. He's the sort of person I could
hang out with, and if you knew me,
you'd know that was high praise
indeed. Still think he should sing
more, tho'! And I'm definitely looking
forward to my first American/jewish
Christmas in Ireland!!!
you'll offer up more poems, please.
my hair, thinks that i care, keep followin'
me here. keep followin' me there - these
days i can't go nowhere.
D. Rarse-cal
now i know.
today said the time was right for me to follow
you. i knew i'd find you in a day or two.
mommy, until then i'll just have to be his
bit on the side, grits to his chicken,
pastrami to his rye, pickle to his salt. i
could talk and talk and talk to him all day
and night. he;s a catch but this little
broad will never be tied down to one
little hoochie.i wuv him. we could just be
friends forever and ever.
unwholesome is a full time job. someone give
this nice man a grant, help the world out,
be the rabid scumbag i am today, and
for that I am forever in his debt!
in New York. To this day, she still
talks about him with such praise and
joy that I know deep down she wants he
and i to move back to my country
australian town and have a little house
with dogs and 2.4 children. this aint
gonna happen though. yosef once made a
comment that the british are obsessed
with child murder as perhaps a
reflection of their own depressing
lives. it was sorta wrong to say it,
but so right, that you dont know
whether to laugh, cry or kiss him. so
ladies - just do all three.
per, to fight away, arc dog, as,
breakfast, swallow up, blink see right.
but this time it's Steve Earle
soothing my savage breast. Kinda knew
Yosef already, secondhand, before he
got here, and he's pretty much lived
up to expectations. 'cept his photos
do not do him justice. He is one good
lookin' guy, and hopefully he has the
sense not to abuse this, as people get
hurt real easy, and that's no good
thing. He's the sort of person I could
hang out with, and if you knew me,
you'd know that was high praise
indeed. Still think he should sing
more, tho'! And I'm definitely looking
forward to my first American/jewish
Christmas in Ireland!!!