Poetry Plus

Spent the morning with Eva, lunchtime with Eva and Bob, and the afternoon wandering around with a drum and napping on the seawall. Now hitting up mom's. Farmer's market tomorrow AM. Sin tomorrow night, Mouse's party in-between.

There's no sun here, even when it's sunny. It just doesn't have teeth, yannow?

Plus:

Dirty Talk

Seems pretty simple
You wanna get your teeth cleaned for free?
Date a dentist.
New addition on the house?
You should screw an architect.
But if you need someone to talk dirty to you in bed
… you better fuck a poet.
Because the average civilian is gonna hit you with something like, “whoa .. whoa .. We are really having sex!” Right?
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