Flakier than puff pastry she spaced off into some happy-placed nowhere if eunoia what I mean ---toking on a joint legs lazily crossed; a sort of half-baked soi-disant croissant left untouche'd in a corner booth of the Parisian cafe
Fans ☆ Followers ☆ Groupies ---It's so nice to have people; feels as if you are s p e c i a l . . .
until these "Friends" of yours are thrown under the wheels of your own tour bus during fake wars waged in poetry recitals on'staged ---attention getting bids because their loyaty was blind enough to take them for a ride without their knowing where you were going with this hit parade charade