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At a hotel room in Royal Oak

Member since 2002 · Posted 6 Jul 2003 · 7 comments

Sleeping the day away upside down on the couch. The mailslot in the door would open, With a box of light, indiscriminately. A set of eyes. The voice. "You got your rent?". Silently, I put my pants on, and let the question answer itself.

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7 comments

[10] dmzoacan 6-Jul-03/6:32 PM Reply

oh good god no
I bet he drank the check too 10
Why don't you give me 10s anymore?? What's with this 9 bullshit?? Stop toying with me. I'm not a toy.

[n/a] Jeremi B. Handrinos › dmzoacan 6-Jul-03/6:35 PM Reply

I just did, it took mr. pig in the jump suit.

[8] MrsGretchen 7-Jul-03/1:08 PM Reply

Something I can share.

[9] daniella 1-Aug-03/4:39 PM Reply

good show

[n/a] Bachus › daniella 1-Aug-03/5:25 PM Reply

Cheers.

[9] richa 9-Sep-03/8:41 AM Reply

good this, I meant to comment when you wrote it but my computer crashed.

Of all your poems this one and the if people still dont know why people hate america they should get out some more one are ones that I keep remembering

[10] dancin_n_da_moonlite 25-Jan-05/11:55 AM Reply

i really like your writing
~are you published?~
<if not you should be>
-mega