She'd Realize Steve Was Her

I Wonder What It's Like To Live In Tinaville. I Get The Feeling It's Very Shiny There.

I Can't Even Tell You How Good It Felt To See Him. It Felt Even Better When He Reached Through The Metal Grate, Wrapped His Fingers Around The Front Of My Shirt, Dragged Me Forward, And Kissed Me Through The Bars. "sorry" He Said-only Not Looking To Sorry, If You Know What I Mean.

And I'm Sure Than In Poland, Or Somewhere, It Is Considered Cool To Drive A Porsche And Wear Necklaces And Black Silk, But At Least Back In Brooklyn If You Did Those Things You Were Either A Drug Dealer Or From New Jersey.

If You Have To Say “no Offense” To Someone, You Have Already Offended Them.

What Did That Mean? Where Could It Go? He Was A Death Diety. I Was A High School Senior.