the air is filled with love and anger and neither one of you are talking and neither one of you are smiling and the anger may linger until the morning but you still climb into the same bed, and you’re in faded and stained boxer shorts and she’s wearing an old t-shirt and thong underwear […]
Filed under: David LaBounty by akublik Date 29 November, 2007
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sunglasses there are always sunglasses, along with shorts or skirts showing thighs slender or swollen and there are always sandals flat or heeled and sometimes often there’s a vague tattoo on some exposed ankle and the homogenous mothers they either watch silently or talk incessantly to a friend or phone as their uniformed sons take […]
Filed under: David LaBounty by akublik Date 26 November, 2007
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