Fuckin pilgrams
Posted: November 23rd, 2017, 1:32 am
For some of the people .. the red tomatoes will be thrown- for the blood of the people- genocide.. of the native Americans- and dead birds stuffed in amazing sauces and stuffings... one day a year we feed the homeless and preach the “ you should be grateful “ speeches all about town.. in the missions.. in mental health centers.. the blind and disabled.. and .. the marginalized people swallow turkey and cranberry sauce in humility- stashing their cans somewhere as they will resume work when this farce is over..
couldn’t buy us a fuckin drink , ey- lemme guess—
Be thankful for those potatoes- does it matter that she had to fuck for money and dance all night to pay the babysitter- and keep her shit together( lights on, gas, water).
She : was a lover : see.
Turkey
Hah she laughed
Ok leftovers is better sugar
The streets of Portland- bridges- people smoking weed in tents on the street- downtown smells like piss.. sisters of the road cafe and central city concern are doing their best to keep it clean. The meetings were in the basement of an old funky hotel - people moved in there and if they could survive the rules they sometimes stayed for years..
it was creepy down there-
Like jails insitutions or death oh my
It snowed
For a minute it was dreamy and beautiful
The flaws were hidden
Like thanksgiving masquerade of loveliness
Naturally being together and feeding each other and caring for one another would be natural every day
It is odd only once a year
Fuckin pilgrims in the White House just fucking shit up
Stupid white hats.. not fooling anyone in this world...
couldn’t buy us a fuckin drink , ey- lemme guess—
Be thankful for those potatoes- does it matter that she had to fuck for money and dance all night to pay the babysitter- and keep her shit together( lights on, gas, water).
She : was a lover : see.
Turkey
Hah she laughed
Ok leftovers is better sugar
The streets of Portland- bridges- people smoking weed in tents on the street- downtown smells like piss.. sisters of the road cafe and central city concern are doing their best to keep it clean. The meetings were in the basement of an old funky hotel - people moved in there and if they could survive the rules they sometimes stayed for years..
it was creepy down there-
Like jails insitutions or death oh my
It snowed
For a minute it was dreamy and beautiful
The flaws were hidden
Like thanksgiving masquerade of loveliness
Naturally being together and feeding each other and caring for one another would be natural every day
It is odd only once a year
Fuckin pilgrims in the White House just fucking shit up
Stupid white hats.. not fooling anyone in this world...