TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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06.16.06, friday noonish
(I miss the company of girls. Not that there aren't girls around, but I miss the company of big-hearted witchy girls. Around the block and back again girls who have a bit of the ne'er-do-well in them. Just a bit, so they're not stupidly dysfunctional. Cock-eyed and quick to pinch your ass. Crimson-lacquered nails, sloppy dresses and sneakers, and fringes down to here. Love em all.)
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