With Baby from Haunted Painting by Sad13

“Meet me at the mall,” she whispered from the discount rack, flannel skivvies (pilfered) in her tote bag. “Then come over for Monopoly on Sunday.” I’m thinking maybe. At her door, twenty cats casing the place. Collected works of Franzen on her bookcase. That’s scary, but maybe I’m safe with baby. I can’t lie, I won’t do this with anybody else around. Gate’s locked, so crash through it. She isn’t anyone.

Kissing the hero in the photo booth - we’re gonna get the picture soon. Love’s only magic by the light of the moon and nighttime isn’t absolute. Kissing the hero in the photo booth. Telescope the star you’ve hitched onto.

If I had to see her again, it’d throw my heart out of whack, baby. Why would I lie? I won’t do that to anybody else again. Wall’s up for immurement. She isn’t anyone to me. I can’t with baby. The only kick that I want comes from a soda can. The only high that I like comes from kissing the hero.

Kissing the hero, and there’s photo proof. Telescope the star you’re hitched on ‘til you see what glitz you made up. Glitter’s only dust and glue.

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