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  • "What is it, how did it start and evolve, and where is it located?"

    Healing wound from unintended, premature scab-removal,
    Following the freezing-off of a moluscum on the Johnson.
    Treacherous peril.

    I'm hungry.

    One of those "crazy women" you speak of called upon the gentleman-hero from within,
    To pull through in a pinch after she dropped molly without telling anyone,
    (Or sharing!),
    Got super-drunk, cried and dry-heaved till she couldn't drive home.

    So I drove her to Queens, in a cross between Gosling in Drive and a loser in a Tom Waits song.
    I met two ex-boyfriends in the process.
    Is it penance for not having my verility tonight?
    I'd gamble even she wouldn't know.

    That's where it's located.

    I cleaned it out and I think it's doing better.
    Thanks for your thoughts.
    We'll see.
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