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cigarettes with strangers

funny how
I mean it's funny how
these things happen.
I don't even smoke and I was having
I was having a cigarette.
she came out
I mean like she came out
like she was being tailed
tailed by a rain cloud.
she didn't even have one arm
like one arm through her coat sleeve
when she asked for a light.
I lit it her cig
I mean I lit her cigarette and nodded.
I kept quiet because like
because like she seemed disinterested.
but out of the blue she was like
so are you gonna buy me a drink?
I flicked my cig at the sky and asked
I mean I asked like
how about  
how about a sex
how about a sex
and she flicked her cig
I mean she flicked her cig at my eye.
I mean like how about a sex
a sex on the beach? I asked
but I mean
I mean she was already gone.

thanks to M.S. for his voice

21 Jan 07

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Stuttering problem or crackhead?

It's pretty humorous.
Sometimes, though, the repitition became a bit tiresome.
But at the end I was pleased.

 — unknown

yeah, this is in the voice of a friend of mine with a bad stutter, although who knows, maybe he's into crack too?

thanks for reading.
 — theair

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