NAME: he went for a walk one cold sunday afternoon and 6 blocks away the church bells rang and he liked the distant sound as is as is as is
ADDRESS: this poets book that he had folded down the corner of almost every page over 14 years ago and that he reached for to read again once more
PHONE NUMBER: suckas can’t see so call me
AGE: at the show, moshed and kicked and drunken with a joyous smile yelling
WEIGHT HEIGHT: type one diabetes scaled me up and down
EYE COLOR: distant, nomadic, at home in you, eating up your blues
RACE: i came out of love’s oven motherfuckers didn’t have no say
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: expectations fuck up relationships yo best not trip on them thangs yo
DESCRIBE YOURSELF: the sweetness born of loneliness
EMPLOYMENT HISTORY: the effects come and then the effects wear off and the affects arrive and then the affects get laughed at
REFERENCES: his blood sugar had plummeted and he walked into the bar on Lake St. and ordered a stout and a mushroom swiss burger and it was the most satisfying meal he ever had once the shakes wore off
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