There’s a drunk and another drunk at the bar and they are both failing horribly at telling the punchline to some jokes that they earlier have practiced way too much. He’s Andre and she’s sally. The people on TV are talking too much about porcupines.
If I could bite off the ass of a porcupine it would mean so little. I would still just be the guy who bit off the ass of a porcupine. It would not win me points on match.com. It would make me pariah amongst the friends.
I could love though. Mouth full of quills.
Quills inmy mouth, writing the things I cannot say on my own.
I miss so much.
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