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Bush Garden


Some white dude belching “So I ain’t got you”. I scribbled my digits on a 2×2

Black checkered flannel plaid- a fucking beautiful specimen tanking the Tanqueray

Her fancy to the right

Rick Ashley doppelgänger booty shaking

My gal pal bumping and grinding the booth cushion

The whiskey finally hit her

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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