Friends?

Sade is on the loose! With the thousand yard stare and rape fantasies! I made sure to have the shears when he called wanting his cock back. The other, loose in some wood, tangled in ivy and chrysanthemums, eases through with grace and poise. The third just shakes his head and screams about it on street corners wearing a garbage bag and cardboard box. I forgot there was me. I was crossed out and forthcoming. The shape shifter with ears that hear and a mind that processes in myth and hustler's fantasies. I wore a boy shirt and no bra today with an emblem and pretended to be the center of the universe. Learned that refills were 75 cents. Sade is not an environmentalist.