tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030732450222689055.post5719624536075155942..comments2023-05-22T01:22:03.419-07:00Comments on With Love, Truth and Scars- C.Q: From Rust- S of C.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16413953681689572877noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030732450222689055.post-30164277039124207182015-09-13T08:00:12.412-07:002015-09-13T08:00:12.412-07:00I was sick and couldn't find a vein. You were ...I was sick and couldn't find a vein. You were at the strange mans house as well as Maverick and I. I suppose we all had a mutual interest in nullification, it brought us to Brooklyn in the winter around people we would never have anything to do with if we didn't have the NEED . Maverick suggests you help me find the rivulet, he says your best. I didn't want you to know how disgusting I was but my NEED was greater then my vanity or insecurities. Good thing you have no interest in cockless creatures.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16413953681689572877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030732450222689055.post-32751747927888883842015-09-13T05:11:31.224-07:002015-09-13T05:11:31.224-07:00It was fall. In Union Square. you drunk on gin. Me...It was fall. In Union Square. you drunk on gin. Me fading from a d and c cocktail . You asking about girls. Me talking bout boys. You denying me my sexuality. Me raising my hand and plcing the other on a bible. You questioning about him. Me saying he is dirty stinky hairy. You deny me again. I say forever. I've never loved anyone penisless. You get up to leave. I sit there and wait for the loneliness to ebb with the first signs of morning. Then I sleep.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08295731701884844072noreply@blogger.com