slacker’s delight

“don’t do that. now-a-days chicks like money and big dicks,” molly sharpened her knife. she was smoking an e-cigarette and staring at the stars.

cool under the death lights, she smiled. hearts under december, a freight liner whistle blows. wisps of tenderness, spectral machine memories.

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