Chalkboard Children

Chalkboard children always messing with my shit. I never said anything, pretty sure about that. Used to speak, but only in secret verse. Always a laugh, subtle tear, haha. Go fuck yourself... oh no, Casanova just walked into the party. What could it all mean. I know! Really? Fuck yes. Hells no. But he's dressed more appropriately, and oh so appropriately. Is that a woman? Never. Really. A child in a room full of drunks, and I was thinking about Tuesday, last Tuesday. Did your Uncle sell you that stuff yet? What do you mean no? Oh you were kidding... thank God! Let's go. Oh, ok. But wait, I thought.... Oh fuck me. Nice tits, wrong answer. Lets go. Of course. Where was it, oh over there of course. Did she? No way! haha. Lets find her. OMG! Blur. Small kiss. Cute face. Chalkboard children be gettin' me all wrong. I never knew. Did you want to? I thought you were kidding. No but really I thought you were kidding. Whatever, right. I could. Maybe. Wait, who's that? Oh fuck. Let's get outta here.

Scraps.

I meet the new girl last week, she said she only did girl on girl stuff. I made her smile regardless. She later told me about her black crown, and what it meant o her at that moment. She made me think about life. Cute, dancing, like a flame, it could be extinguished in a moment, any moment. I later watched her with her clothes on.

  

I used to dance. I learned how to move; floating. Pushing and pulling always a compliment to her gown and the floor. What it killed it for me was a woman chewing tobacco.

I was smoking outside of the 711, she looked about 14 in her slutty Lady Gaga costume. I took her home, and thought... its best to pretend our dreams come true.