Empty Beer Bottle Arm Tattoo
Annoying ‘girl’ voice.
A Cardinal’s fan.
Every floor pattern succumbs to the drunken loudness of an underground garage in Hollywood.
Crackling laugh at 9:44 pm.
Someone found me to be entering the scene, where I don’t belong.
The rally, the cry, the need, a creed, where we find the tunnel, is where we discover encouragement, lust, pity.
That high-pitched frame needs to come down to human planes, or some other casual, whimsical plea towards understanding mediocrity.
Some girls return from the Ides of Boredom only to find that boredom never left the place that they abandoned earlier, a dirty earlier, an okay earlier, a piercing fragment of a really, filthy evening, an upside down possibility of anywhere and everywhere. The shaky ground of not-knowing, uncovered, is how long a romance really should last.
And, remember that a tattoo lasts forever.
- gypsy george.
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