this is probably my favorite by you.

it's just snap snap snap... and then at the end it just CLICKS, y'know?

"He says they were for the jukebox, 'til he realized it was free."

that seems to have a lot more meaning that it probably does. whatever, it means a lot to me.

I

love

this.

excellent. the words lend themselves superbly to the story, and i fucking love your descriptions. a lot of allen ginsberg's "eyeball kicks".

Excellent. I like it.

oh she'll be walking home alone

with a paper bag filled with who-knows-what,

and her glassy, breaking bones.- it's that, sandwiched in-between the not-quite lighthearted rest of this, that really gets the reader. bravo.

wow, i really loved this. great work.

Great. A little teasing, a little quaint. I liked it.

~Thursday