Lightning Linda's Swiping Tinder'sMatches, Snatches, Biting FindersBring her catches home to sin;Delightful cinder lighting LinderBrighter life, full, likes a trifleStifle, chokes and smokes a pipe. Alldressed in white, her grin is tighteningFight she might, 'cuz Linda's Lightning.
and while i'm writing Lightning Linda,Inspiration, come and bring her,No one here's a pointing finger,her blood, THC will linger.Casket to bury her inHer hubby's stuck on heroin He's shooting up, under the skinAnd Linda is enlightening.
I have nothing else to say and to write more would be absurdbut I wanna get this published and it needs to reach 100 words
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Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan6 days ago in Wander
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