come inside of

i like wine. i am eating the marbled fat of many black footed pigs pressed between sheet of plastic sucking on the dirty rind of a cheese curled up in a chair with someone elses abandoned underware, bruised marked roads of my thigh i can't read the map. maybe i stumbled on the 5 inch heels, pulling my best jack tripper, banging against set pieces too afraid to discard the covers . i am no one, and there is alot more to say....