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RE: Los Angeles County case Letter was balled up and tied to a padlock, found thrown through the southern-most window at Love-Hewitt estate. Status: Unsolved. If I had real access. I'd unfriend you every night. Oh Jen, you'd ache. Never beg. What did it cost you? I bet, combined,. Though you're the one they think about. But I could be the orphan that you chose. We'd laugh and eat together, like on the show. In her past, Lauren Brazeal has been a homeless gutter-punk, a resident of Ecuador's Amazon jungle, a maid, a surfer chick, and a custom aquarium deer.
Her second chapbook, Exuviae , a collection of sonnets dressed in prose, will also appear April from Horse Less Press. Status: Unsolved Dear Jenny, If I had real access to the internet I'd follow and unfollow and refollow you on twitter, proving how relentless I can be; and I'd unfriend you every night on facebook so you'd wake up every corresponding morning to my sweet smile broadening your friend requests.
I'd celebrate each homecoming as though it was my first. Oh Jen, you'd ache and love and keep my slender hands wrist-deep inside you, cradling your weaker structures. Forget forever how us girls evolved to cake foundation on unsightly ruptures. Never beg for mercy from a man again; curl your toes for my forgiving tongue instead and crack a little extra space between those legs.
I'd rip you from that pretty red Moschino dress, and hook your thorax on a pin to keep you splayed, and still, and posed for action; like a vulva-colored lady praying mantis— I'llshow you other flower-mimic predators we mutually relate to if you let me in to this big terra-cotta house of yours. I bet, combined, our scars would trace God's very spine. It makes me sick how pitch perfectly alike we are: both of us women —teenyboppers really— making origami of our sex to serve a world drunk, guzzling fragility.
Though you're the one they think about when they're settling for me. You stuck-up bitch I'd love to show you how it feels to withstand hypodermic teeth; be overlooked, replaceable, dangling just inside the serpent's reach. Jenny, stay the hell away from Fendi. Avoid the bench I've claimed as my new country. Don't play with me down in the dirt or you'll find shovelfuls of pinworms up your skirt. I want to hear you say it: without her I'd just be alone.Jennifer love hewitt tongue
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