guitar solo, just in time.A Poem by Alice Redshe rents. she longboards. she wears original ray-bans.
cheetah print.
where's that fifties style appreciation for gender roles, these days?
A line skirts; hanes undershirts.
"hey, alice."
plus a little bit of her mother, mixed in. the chin; the imagination. the crooked f*****g god damn, teeth.
new mexico. it's apparently, where the artists are. i've always wanted to be that.
an artist. a dirty writer with a lisp, cheap cigarettes && your attention. © 2011 Alice RedAuthor's Note
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Added on October 27, 2011Last Updated on October 27, 2011 AuthorAlice RedAboutI consider myself a personal fan of writing. i experiment with a lot of flash fiction, and for quite some time now i've steered clear of capitalizing words i don't deem fit. needless to say, my s.. more..Writing
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