preferred biting kisses Joey. Paris and take the neck was not by all, they said. new worlds to know that smell of hell and join. and at night it rained and Joey felt lonely and afraid. and the heart that was bad or maybe it was the lungs, or maybe it was just, just a hypochondriac. pads and care. Joey trying to nail that smile out of focus with the clips to the wires of the laundry not to let it go away, carried by the wind of autumn province. Profiles of focus on regional trains that leave even plan on rainy days. Joey hated to see them leave, plan, assholes. and he always went first, her. were from Pluto them. or hopping in the rings of Saturn? synapses embedded and painted blue eyes narrowed just tired.
