lonely gigolo

"the best part was/pulling down the/shades/stuffing the doorbell/with rags/putting the phone/in the/refrigerator/and going to bed/for 3 or 4/days./and the next best/part/was/nobody ever/missed/me."

5.11.13

tacho

à noite por vezes
o que há
para comer
é um resto
de caldeirada
de peixe
batatas com
escamas e
espinhas

e uns fios
de cebola e
tomate.
Posted by Pedro Tiago at 23:26
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