• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 08
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what we did last summers

hot vanilla seagullshit breeze candy floss hair black pier tar on white heels sand in your lipstick hold your skirt down two stiff petticoats patent belt collar up lick your cornet slow black mascara eyes slide sideways bite off the bottom and suck penny in the slot sixpence in the blue moon jukebox tunnel of love how do you do what you do to me quick buttons smooth the beehive rubber curtains spit you out again like enter stage right kids grinning could be anywhere-on-sea but the lickety-pink rock-n-roll stick sez it right through the middle