it's cold
raise your hand if you fell asleep and missed your subway stop tonight and then decided to walk home through a pretty shifty neighborhood up a really steep hill in the blistering-tits cold rather than wait for another train going back your way.
oh! me! oh oh oh! pick me pick me!
f.
glass half empty glass half full glass shatters.
oh! me! oh oh oh! pick me pick me!
f.
glass half empty glass half full glass shatters.
Labels: nyc_stories
posted by mikey mcclenathan at 02:21
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