a
blessing
of
age
endurance
and
toxicity
is
that
i
cant
remember
the
name
of
that
box of cocks
who
sat
next
to
me
in
chemistry
1985
~
him-
left
for
another
school
both us-
turn
up
at
drug parties
social archipelago
199?
~
him-
in a
look-at-me
move
put
moondance
on
wept
all
the
way
thru
told
everyone
reminded
him
of
special
times
~
me-
not
chemistry
1985
is
it ?
you box of cocks
i wanted to say
instead-
dude
theres
better
van morrison
to
lose
it
to
than this
~
later-
drove
me
to
within
two miles of home
him-
look-at-me move
said
not enough
speed
in him
to drive
taking
a
risk
this straight
he says
me-
got
out
on
motorway verge
ignored
hints
for
gas cash
plucked my joint
out his mouth
and
never
saw
him
again
the box of cocks
pic from ualberta.ca
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