I miss hanging out with this one crackwhore under the bridge in portland. I think i miss her the most about portland, i used to go smoke ciggarettes with her and she'd talk to me about how she'd met jesus in a bar, and how jesus likes to party too. and this other whore down there, she had one leg cause one of her tricks kicked her out of a moving car. I used to write poetry for them and bring them ciggarettes and a few dollars so they didn't have to suck dick for their crack,
The one with one leg was this brilliant artist, I was going to get togethor enough money to buy one of her paintings but then i wandered to california and the devil got me. I miss those whores so much today.
Love, Lily
The one with one leg was this brilliant artist, I was going to get togethor enough money to buy one of her paintings but then i wandered to california and the devil got me. I miss those whores so much today.
Love, Lily
AUG 16, 2003 07:01 PM


