The meat is delicious and filling.
Shaken while raw.
I thought I saw cancer about the pink.
Wet of it. Bone pricks. Bone of it.
We’ve been together half of a year.
Is killing me.
You’re killing me Patrick.
Ghost Patrick. Smoke sucker.
Patrick Stephens has man-boobs.
There is no Patrick Stephens.
Brain’d a cheese whiz sandwich
Thumb Thumb Thumb.
A few people saw me do it, too.
I just watched American History X last week.
I can’t think of a single person
I’ve ever told the truth to.
This to life and then to this.
Someone told me how to make beer
At a party. Last night.
Hops and barley and shit.
I forget everything the guy said.
And he was so compelling.
Like a craps table.
Me and men.
7 in and out.
Indeterminable duration of rounds.
Pure probability. Things in you
On you around you. Glitter debris.
Your cheeks are red.
Your dinner is cold.
I'm nagging again.