January 2011
45 posts
Bitch Boy, with his odd hurt, matched, full nature, the pain of loss and heartbreak. The wrath of 1/4 ounce dealers, peckerheaded high school chums, bored-on-a-message-boards and party girls are bestowed upon me with the will of his boy look, arched back, rubbed fingers pointed over the clearing… And she was perfect, man. She conjured all within me that still boils hot. But he...
