Friday, June 16, 2006


Sparkly little xmas horns are blaring their nasal toot. The streets have people pouring all over them. Flesh shiny with sweat. Girls in short everything. Plump bottoms. Rosy faces with darting eyes. Self-built for sex. Practising, trying to find a rich husband. Life is peculiar. I feel like like the wrong puzzle piece in my black dress with sleeves to the elbows, just long enough to cover my track marks. Smoky stalls with meat cooking, bright stall after stall trying to yell the loudest. Cheap, cheap cheap. I may as well, it's only ten bucks. Oh it's twenty? Well it's only twenty bucks. Quick, buy that thing you hate, it won't be here on Monday. Spend to spend time. Fill the void. You know you want something, you just don't know what.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love this tui, I wish you could send me one of those cups.

shauny-a lad who cares

8:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

this is all a load of shit.
it's half creative.
and it's half well imagined.
just another half ass writer trying to pass herself off as something real.
expeirment is up.
and only an idiot would keep reading.

4:41 PM  
Blogger Mary Blackchurch said...

To the 2nd Anonymous commenter,

Then get..who needs your half-assed..ill informed attempt at critquing..surely not Tui..nor us her readers who actually want to be here doing just that. What makes you think anything you say is worthy when you won't even leave a name..what..can't have a blog..too much for you to handle..spelling and thinking at the same time.


2:14 AM  

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