green eyes and the prostitue's curse

by bean
i confess here. i was the barmaid, with the green eyes and the prostitute's curse. one kiss on the couch. two sad green eyes. three long letters. four minute dances. five years of foreplay. what's that sir? no, no. i've had it with your awkward kisses. there is no room for your love. so you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
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equally entertaining as the knuckles. and thank you. in fact, the beard is only because i’m too lazy to shave more than once a week. i rarely speak to bottles, but i spend a good deal of time inside them. (am i mistaken or are there fewer entries here than there were before?)–matt