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- Gooch - 07-22-2002 <center> The Vagabond Trailer Park She unhooked her black bra it fell to the floor joining the piles of detritus of a week's worth of living His headlights flashed on her naked torso a final greeting his face a surprised grin at having caught one final glimpse of her The customers come and go but this one she does for free he's a poet who can ill afford her meagre hourly rate So he sings for his supper making burnt offerings of chili and spicy poems in lieu of payment The other ones may pay her bills but this one feeds her soul this one she kisses on the lips saves the ticket stubs from the Sunday matinee on the corner of her mirror </center> (bowing) - Spitfire - 07-23-2002 uh.......wow :-D - Gooch - 07-23-2002 <center>I wanna live in a trailer park with you, Spit I wanna live in a trailer park with you Spit and get a toaster from my friends you can wear a big white dress and we'll drink until we can't we'll put my name on the mail box and reuphoster my camaro find furniture and shit on the curb when all the garage sales are over watch the late show every night before we call it what you want</center> - Gooch - 07-23-2002 she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty wrists o my god, I thought it was all working, and now it's her again, every time she phones you go crazy, you told me it was over you told me it was finished, listen, I've loved long enough to become a good woman, why do you need a bad woman? you need to be tortured, don't you? you think life is rotten if somebody treats you rotten it all fits, doesn't it? tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a piece of shit? and my son, my son was going to meet you. I told my son and I dropped all my lovers. I stood up in a cafe and screamed I'M IN LOVE, and now you've made a fool of me ... I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry. hold me, she said, will you please hold me? I've never been in one of these things before, I said, these triangles ... she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all over. she paced up and down, wild and crazy. she had a small body. her arms were thin, very thin, and when she screamed and started beating me I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no living creature as foul as I and all my poems were false. -Charles Bukowski - Keyser Soze - 07-24-2002 shes got a GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAT ASS -Al Pacino - Grumpy - 07-24-2002 Now you know I'd show up in this thread....didn't you? Spit's Ass? How could I resist.