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From the park the sea looked like wine. The floor was wet with wine Lighting change in the store for seasons passing Sirens, while the sirens happen, is everyone weeping for the crime? Enzo Ica Achilles Hairline Baby Dinner Pelle Lazuli Cortona Titan some god was breathing courage in us Enzo drove his mother's black four-door, some Lexus with a long hood and dark windows. He kept the windows open to hear the engine and everyone outside. Once every warmer season, his skin matched perfectly the beige interior of the car, so at a distance you'd think the car was driving itself, the way his shoulders blended into the seats. In a few days, he'd likely be a grade darker. He asked his lovers if they would ever smell their own socks when they took them off at the end of some hot day. Most lovers, hoping to save face, would tell him no. They laughed and mistook Enzo's replies for jest when he told them he wouldn't be with a liar. Enzo was convinced that everybody took part in such a ritual, that everybody had to assess their own damage before they bathed or whenever they undressed. Enzo's concern was whether they were open about it or not. "Some fuckin' judge of character," Baby would tell him. As he peeled off, the gold letters on the rear panel of the car caught the white sun and threw it back into the squinting eyes of those whom he left curbside. It was a day for water. Some god was always breathing courage into Baby. "You know who's a king?" he said, chewing. "Michael Vick." "Because every body used to say he was a snack and all, but then we started jackin' that he was more than a snack, he was a meal. Dinner!" Her engine crooned like an ex-lover, drunk with spirits and gloom, singing only in the late night. Except it wasn't any lover on her mind, she had plenty of girls to go around with. They loved the sound of the engine and moreover how it shook the drink out of their styrofoam cups when they rode passenger. No, it was her brother about whom she thought. The car used to belong to him, after all. He still paid insurance from overseas, but he never wrote. The train whistles are triggering, they're like a siren song that causes the same reaction in everybody. Is there someone who has to drive to pick up McDonalds? Medhane on the durag packaging "You know who's a king?" he said, chewing. "Michael Vick." "My fuckin skin matches the seats perfectly. I'm like a fuckin ghost. Just for one day it matches and then I get too dark." "You know, the season isn't year round out there. He has time off, and he could come back.... "Crown, what are you doing?" (in reference to the outfit) "I'm mourning" he said with a slight smile "I thought i'd help out today" "I don't need it" "I know you don't need it. I want to help. I don't want to do anything else today aya has a crush on the flower girl "You love her? That's funny, cause I love her. We're not gonna let some girl come between us, are we?" "You know, I was thinkin' I'd go gay. I was thinking I'd go bi." "Yeah, you're attracted to men like that?" "Yeah, you like boys?" "What? No. No no, I'm just saying it would be good for my image, you know? "Can you take a look at the car?" What if the fair is that night, and Abe is hairline and he is dressing everybody up, taking everybody's measurements and shit. And he proposes the sagging pants fit, etc. There's fit discussion. Mad bright lights and then the background is just a purple to black gradient as the night sky, and it's very very big but far back and distant, and it's everyone hanging out outside the bodega Crown's father was the king train driver who owned a crown fried when crown was little ali and aya have to scramble to put the slam cover up when the mom visits the store train siren for when the train is passing through NYCT turtleneck BASSY: "Sweetheart, what is this? Why are you bringing me flowers at this hour?" ANIZA: "We deliver at night, now. On account of the morning traffic." BASSY: "Nobody's buying flowers at night" ANIZA: "You are." CROWN: "Yeah. (Smirking) You are."
From the park the sea looked like wine. The floor was wet with wine Lighting change in the store for seasons passing Sirens, while the sirens happen, is everyone weeping for the crime? Enzo Ica Achilles Hairline Baby Dinner Pelle Lazuli Cortona Titan some god was breathing courage in us Enzo drove his mother's black four-door, some Lexus with a long hood and dark windows. He kept the windows open to hear the engine and everyone outside. Once every warmer season, his skin matched perfectly the beige interior of the car, so at a distance you'd think the car was driving itself, the way his shoulders blended into the seats. In a few days, he'd likely be a grade darker. He asked his lovers if they would ever smell their own socks when they took them off at the end of some hot day. Most lovers, hoping to save face, would tell him no. They laughed and mistook Enzo's replies for jest when he told them he wouldn't be with a liar. Enzo was convinced that everybody took part in such a ritual, that everybody had to assess their own damage before they bathed or whenever they undressed. Enzo's concern was whether they were open about it or not. "Some fuckin' judge of character," Baby would tell him. As he peeled off, the gold letters on the rear panel of the car caught the white sun and threw it back into the squinting eyes of those whom he left curbside. It was a day for water. Some god was always breathing courage into Baby. "You know who's a king?" he said, chewing. "Michael Vick." "Because every body used to say he was a snack and all, but then we started jackin' that he was more than a snack, he was a meal. Dinner!" Her engine crooned like an ex-lover, drunk with spirits and gloom, singing only in the late night. Except it wasn't any lover on her mind, she had plenty of girls to go around with. They loved the sound of the engine and moreover how it shook the drink out of their styrofoam cups when they rode passenger. No, it was her brother about whom she thought. The car used to belong to him, after all. He still paid insurance from overseas, but he never wrote. The train whistles are triggering, they're like a siren song that causes the same reaction in everybody. Is there someone who has to drive to pick up McDonalds? Medhane on the durag packaging "You know who's a king?" he said, chewing. "Michael Vick." "My fuckin skin matches the seats perfectly. I'm like a fuckin ghost. Just for one day it matches and then I get too dark." "You know, the season isn't year round out there. He has time off, and he could come back.... "Crown, what are you doing?" (in reference to the outfit) "I'm mourning" he said with a slight smile "I thought i'd help out today" "I don't need it" "I know you don't need it. I want to help. I don't want to do anything else today aya has a crush on the flower girl "You love her? That's funny, cause I love her. We're not gonna let some girl come between us, are we?" "You know, I was thinkin' I'd go gay. I was thinking I'd go bi." "Yeah, you're attracted to men like that?" "Yeah, you like boys?" "What? No. No no, I'm just saying it would be good for my image, you know? "Can you take a look at the car?" What if the fair is that night, and Abe is hairline and he is dressing everybody up, taking everybody's measurements and shit. And he proposes the sagging pants fit, etc. There's fit discussion. Mad bright lights and then the background is just a purple to black gradient as the night sky, and it's very very big but far back and distant, and it's everyone hanging out outside the bodega Crown's father was the king train driver who owned a crown fried when crown was little ali and aya have to scramble to put the slam cover up when the mom visits the store train siren for when the train is passing through NYCT turtleneck BASSY: "Sweetheart, what is this? Why are you bringing me flowers at this hour?" ANIZA: "We deliver at night, now. On account of the morning traffic." BASSY: "Nobody's buying flowers at night" ANIZA: "You are." CROWN: "Yeah. (Smirking) You are."