jj jackman in the midst of seven - index
my hands to lower parts do slip 12/12/99 so you arrive with crushed cartons i prepaid the fucking order C C X such an innuendo is a bit more than i can take what the hell is that supposed to stand for! that is quite as clever as G.O.D. Guaranteed Overnite Delivery to reaffirm the macho truck driver image with a dash of pride sure they got here possibly even around-the-clock but the cases look like you drove a fork lift into them no, i know it’s not you yeah, yeah the animals that load the truck what! you didn’t give me the bill of lading at this time now my thoughts were fading i placed my tongue beneath your upper lip and then my hands to lower parts did slip and we were calf deep in the ocean wading and still you were my eyes evading there’s no more fucking fun in retail trading hey pal, it’s cool we left it on the counter remember in the main office we’re both a couple of fucking assholes! shit, see you next time around! you glitched away as fast as you appeared now back to work i felt a little weird i put both hands now gently at your waist and waited on that customer with haste no! there is too much dark shadow shading they’re walking tall, just like troops parading it’s but a mission not a long long trip they’re only several miles from the ship and no enemy is now invading no you can overdo the blue yes, on the rusty Gillette shaving cream can the toilet tissue has to be rolled up just the way it is kinda like i wandi, the way the real italians make them who are you trying to protect i want the red underwear exactly where it is right next to the white and green striped towel no! leave the slabs of Aquafresh just where they are kind of eternally cascading into the stainless steel sink no! the hairbrush is fine next to the tilted portable paper towel dispenser and the wet kleenex belongs there, yes! right in the middle of the sink i placed my tongue beneath your upper lip and then my hands to lower parts did slip i don’t know why i was lying before it’s not a mission just a long long trip they’re more than several miles from the ship and no i will not force a tighter grip i watch the razor cut my chest i view a puddle, red, right at my feet and hear a quiet drip, drip, drip, drip