Perhaps someone won't know the definition nor my intentions in big vague words. I won't use them here: The cosmic slut. The worst dressed on the worst dressed list. Fishnets and waders. Parking lot blow jobs and men with cartoon character names. Not a cold shoulder but a warm sayonara. Lips like murder. Insatiable for grease monkey wrenches and a Hemingway ego. Cheerleader skirt and a french maid sneer. Slips and falls near queues of carts in grocery store automatic doorways. Twisted and toppled across divots of weed infested yard. The ankles are our weaknesses.
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