she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and talked and screamed and cursed at me and i told her please, I need some sleep. -sleep? sleep? ya son of a bitch, ya never sleep, ya don`t need any sleep! I buried her one morning early I carried her down the sides of the Hollywood Hills brambles and rabbits and rocks running in front of me and by the time I`d dug the ditch and stuck her in belly down and put the dirt back on the sun was up and it was warm and the flies were lazy and I could hardly see anything out of my eyes everything was so warm and yellow. I managed to drive home and I got into bed and I slept for 5 days and 4 nights. from "poems written before jumping out of an 8 story window" - 1966SourceThe script ran 0.007 seconds.
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