dead golden cats spread across the highway, obese men fondling their genitalia while hiding on the other side of the thrift store clothing rack, the gangly mexican boy who chops the head of the coconut off with a machete so oversized that it is laughable for the task and then looks me in the eye and hands me a straw, here, this is here in a place i do not belong for the sound of the rat thrashing in agony in the trap he set under the sink i am supposed to keep clean is more frightening than the thought of my own death so i'm up on a chair with jalepeno ant killer burning my eyes and it's all pretty funny because i might just lose an eye and then won't feel so concerned about the sound of the ticking away of each precious day accompanied by an orchestra dominated by animosity,
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first the photo.
the feet. something nice about womens feet and yet not mens. why is that?
the belly button. just spent 10 mintues trying to scrutinise the photo to see if that really is a tattoo? is it a heart?
the words. snaps shots of a day. rats scare me. don't know why. they aren't half as bad as myth makes them and besides the stranglers liked 'em. never heard of jalepeno ant killer BUT that sounds excrutiatingly painful.
days are wasting away and we still haven't shone our best sides yet.
me selling shit and you cleaning a sink.
Once I chopped Coconuts at a colorfull Market in the Tropics, Cairns North Queensland...and dear lady if you had of come to my coconut stand things would have been very different indeed, but the picture would have come out very similar...
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