uhh is that a trick question?

lulu was a drifter and she spoke in whisper and her fingers always smelled like sweaty lilac. she had a scar under her right eye from a glass fight with the german girl on matlock . she bought glue from the supermarket and stashed the bottles in plastic bags behind the dumpsters in the parking lot. she hung around metcalf the head of parking security and he’d put his fingers inside her in his car and her eyes were always rolling and spittle came from her mouth and her hair was like red curly fire from hell. lulu waddled through the streets balancing on the curb with her arms stuck out like an airplane. she was 13 and she begged for scraps from the pizza man behind the kitchen. in the heat of summer she wore her shirt on her head like a turban. bare-chested. flat chested. angry. i’m gonna get out of here and live on a farm. i’m gonna ride horses. i’m gonna wear pink sunglasses and pearls and red lipstick and do acrobats in blue heels and carry a nice bag. i’m gonna get out of here and steal my little sister. i’m going to make her my baby and never let no one hurt her. i’m gonna get her away from him. from his mouth and his hands. i’m gonna do it. lulu found scrap bicycles and got money for them. lulu watched her sister in the playground and a boy pushed her into a swing and lulu saw red and beat him up pretty rough so she can’t go visit diana no more.

i think i am getting skinnier. now that i’ve said that i’m going turn fat. i am going to wear my sparkly sequin purple string bikini over my outfit today. no i’m not. i am farting. i quit weed and carbs for 36 hours a couple weeks back or a few and i was crabby. dumb dumb idea. pic of me crying over weed coming soon. we were gonna go swimming but we fucked and passed out and schrader and jay came by and saw his dick hanging out there i was covered up thankfully. i am going to p in that ool today.

yes i am the gay.

so we didn’t go. ben had a party. o’doyle rules was there. no swimming happened in the 102 degree pool. perhaps today. perhaps not.

i’m going to collingwood. i don’t know what will happen. probably beer and sitting around and saying dumb things. kelly is driving and it’s wally’s place. bf is going too. the last time i went up north anywhere i was a complete bore who lied down all over the place slept on the trampoline and whined on the sea-doo. it was right after anti had left to go back to cali in his truck and i left my cellfone at home so we were il communicato. he drove away from me crying in the parking lot near my bro’s old apartment.

wah.

i’ll be back tomorrow sometime. happy weekend.

this is schrader. he is such a hooker. we funneled last nite with ollie and they thought i blew it but i didn’t. anyway, schrader and two other guys live together in a party house and teams of girls come in thru the back revolving door and down a swirly slide and the sexy elevator what plays porno music and swades gets so wasted and goes woooooh and the swat team shows up and other stuff happens. schrader treats me like the whipping boy, er use to, well still does, but whatever, he’s a homo and yesterday he had a budgie, who knows why. i think he should have his own blog. timmy too. k bye.

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