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seventh, may ha ha i caught a dream; a sexually circular like-those-ancient-statues polish girl fell in love with my brother in the backseat of our star-bright blue car driving down the road through the sun and the shadespots of the canopy enwrapping us in its cool breath hum. in her country it was customary for her to profess that "[she] wanted to grow oranges in her arms as big as grapes for [him]" when she had finally become bespeckled with heat for her beloved. we'd discovered this interesting cultural fact after she'd uttered it to my brother rapped out like a drumbeat laughed out of his sleepy smile: "they must have tiny oranges in poland cause it's so cold there, right?" so long ago but i find it so funny: i remember stealing my dad's belt buckle relic from the 70s that immortalizes a motorcyclist popping an XTREME wheelie over the pelvis-tips of the wearer. i would drag my shirt down like our cheesy blinds to conceal it compulsively whenever my dad would come around for like 2 years! i just realized today that he probably noticed the whole time! why didn't he ever say anything? what a weird person! shit all i know is too bad mother's day is coming up. this is some real good father's day material i have on my hands here. |