Pablo Picasso, Two nudes and a cat, 1903

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Pablo Picasso, Two nudes and a cat, 1903
the man that offered me money
between two trucks, he said let’s talk in the shade.
what do you do? i support it. what is your passion? it inspires me. what is your goal? to be the biggest and the best?
i said brother who are you, with your sunglasses on, between two trucks, while i’m busy, who are you?
he took his shades off and showed me embarrassed, sad eyes, embarrassed but self proclaimed wealthy and blessed eyes.
the man that offered me money, Jim, a fat and dumb man.Â
don’t waste my time unless you’re giving me money. email me.
chipped my tooth part one
where were you when i chipped my front tooth on a jar? you were sitting right in front of me and we laughed, as i pulled a piece of myself out of my mouth, inspected it for a second, and flicked it onto the ground.Â
she has red hair, and chlamydia her car is always running out of gas on the road. she’s writing a book about dogs looks funny in clogs
Egon Schiele
I’ve noticed the way that my lovers have cooed at animals and it’s always been the same. and the way their eyes look from 6 inches away, when they’re wanting. my first love smelled like money, probably because she was a waitress. when I wore your hat, it got clumps of sand in my hair. there are things your nose and your fingertips and scalp can’t forget. the psychic down the street told you your soul mate was right on top of you. the memory in my nerve endings reminds me you can have more than one.
where you put your hands
i don’t remember where you put your hands when i showed you my gun, my grandpa’s gun, that’ll either stop burglars or stop us from feeling unsafe in the dark. you pointed the gun at the fence. we both like revolvers, it was unloaded.
your friend almost shot his head off in your house when y'all were kids. so you always check.
at sunset we sang about crawdads, you sang about whistling trains and i sang about dying.
we swam tandem in the Gulf of Mexico, i was the legs, you were the arms and i almost drowned. i’m a farmer, my legs are better on land you wore a bathing suit from your mom’s house and your nipples were slipping out.
we cried together when the tomatoes got blight, we ate pizza, we and the tomatoes survived
we ate pancakes for breakfast for five days straight. we ate pancakes with vegetables and rice. we ate twizzlers and drank dr pepper and it chemically reacted in our guts.
i put my hands on your hair when we laid on the couch. you sleep over whenever you’re scared.
i counted, you were three maybe four things in my life
when we got stopped by the police in the street i put my hands in my pockets, i told the officer three times i don’t have a brother and we walked home laughing in the dark
learning