as i started writing this i got a
seriously bad pain in my gut, probably
caused by the fact that my girlfriend
has decided that i should eat more
healthily and, as a result, my truck-
stop whore of a gut has turned septic.
anyways, on with this...
i don't think trevor likes me anymore,
like those kids when i was growing up
who disappeared like stranglers in the
night to london, only to reappear once
a year or so and act as if everything
were so provincial. i feel provincial
nowerdays in trevor's eyes, but that's
probably more to do with this pain in
my gut. oww!
i'm not a young girl but if i was i
wouldn't fall for trevor's ways, which
is probably why god didn't make me a
young girl, because as a young-ish man
i do fall for trevor's ways. he has
been my polyconntinental friend for
close to six years now. he is tall, and
we share the same taste in pomade. he
is probably more clever than
Trevor writes poetry because underneath
his mean callous heartless exterior, he
really just wants to be loved. Or
possibly it's to throw his mean callous
heartless exterior into sharp relief.
Who really knows, with him? Either
way, no one I know is better than
Trevor at the whole Doesn't-my-devil-
may-care-facade-give-you-the-impression-
that-I'm-deeply-mysterious-and-make-you-
want-to-delve game. Darling Trevor,
there will always be a soft spot in my
heart for you.
Trevor once told me that only I could
make a thyroid disorder hot. Well, I
think that Trevor may be the only
person who makes liking David Allan Coe
hot. Believe me Trevor, others have
tried and somehow only you can pull it
off gracefully. P.S. He is also pretty
darn good at Big Buck Hunter.
one time in high school trevor told me
i could never understand charles
bukowski because i was a girl. at the
time i was insulted, but in retrospect
i realize that he was probably right.
seriously bad pain in my gut, probably
caused by the fact that my girlfriend
has decided that i should eat more
healthily and, as a result, my truck-
stop whore of a gut has turned septic.
anyways, on with this...
i don't think trevor likes me anymore,
like those kids when i was growing up
who disappeared like stranglers in the
night to london, only to reappear once
a year or so and act as if everything
were so provincial. i feel provincial
nowerdays in trevor's eyes, but that's
probably more to do with this pain in
my gut. oww!
i'm not a young girl but if i was i
wouldn't fall for trevor's ways, which
is probably why god didn't make me a
young girl, because as a young-ish man
i do fall for trevor's ways. he has
been my polyconntinental friend for
close to six years now. he is tall, and
we share the same taste in pomade. he
is probably more clever than
like roses, but he has a much nicer
ass than dan.
his mean callous heartless exterior, he
really just wants to be loved. Or
possibly it's to throw his mean callous
heartless exterior into sharp relief.
Who really knows, with him? Either
way, no one I know is better than
Trevor at the whole Doesn't-my-devil-
may-care-facade-give-you-the-impression-
that-I'm-deeply-mysterious-and-make-you-
want-to-delve game. Darling Trevor,
there will always be a soft spot in my
heart for you.
make a thyroid disorder hot. Well, I
think that Trevor may be the only
person who makes liking David Allan Coe
hot. Believe me Trevor, others have
tried and somehow only you can pull it
off gracefully. P.S. He is also pretty
darn good at Big Buck Hunter.
i could never understand charles
bukowski because i was a girl. at the
time i was insulted, but in retrospect
i realize that he was probably right.
now rent a car.
back off