Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Is it lonely there, up on your fucking high horse?

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In the blurry winters of your soul, you will find the wicked witch of west Texas. She is my friend’s boss. She is a drunken somebody who used to be a “somebody”. Now she complains. She looks and looks for things to bring my friend down, when she knows that he is the only thing keeping her up.

It’s a business suicide.

He is too locked in to leave.

She passes out at her own dinner parties…into a tray of exotic olives next to the cubes of cheese. She has my friend shackled with hand cuffs of wine.

She needs a reckoning

1 Comments:

Blogger Miss Bee said...

I wish this unnamed friend would come visit sometime soon. Ya'll could come see me up in PFREAKIN PFLUGERVILLE!!!

2:11 PM  

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