Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Hollywood Boulevard
My mom lives in a tree.
I live in a flower pot.
Some people pray for rain.
I pray for meteors.
My name is Mr. Rot.
I bought a beret and moved to Hollywood in 1987.
A mob ate me.
Am I your first famous girlfriend?
Were you the first whore on Hollywood Boulevard?
Our car is on fire
in a faraway galaxy
and another car is burning
where we were.
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