If your novel doesn't have as least
as many holes as a shopping cart
I'm not reading it.
I'm sorry, that's just how it is.
All her dreams are gummi sharks
and gummi worms.
She's lovely. Like her
you should be separated from your life
by something other than a comma
that's forgotten the sentence
to which it (allegedly) belongs.
I felt all
Jon Benet Ramsay
in a Dollar Tree.
Friday evening.
Sparkle shoes
I wanted so badly.
To wear for you.
This is all how good novels end.
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I've always wanted sparkle shoes. Why haven't I ever had them? I think I blogged about sparkly shoes I wanted once but they were $900. I should glue some glitter onto my sneakers for zero dollars. I'm doing it. :)
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