Robot Afterparty
At the Robot After Party
I drank from the ashtray with the unintended effect
Of forgetting I was real.
Yet with no map—the festivities were sweet.
The pickles were ridiculous
And you were closer to a dirty dishtowel
Than I have ever seen.
But like always—you made it look completely hot.
Henrietta spat “Sckooch! Sckooch!”
In the corner as she Died into the walls [...]
Posted on April 21st, 2008 by drevon03
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