Johnny Suede
A fanciful fist pump of iron metal prose set to alter the meter any minute now

Trash I am kicking off in middle school and the high level didn’t want me too much bother. A rascal boy drama with intent. Ha, that bit always made me guffaw like the squaw owl-centred eyes focused lightly on the mantle. Open the windows, can you please?
Damn, it’s hot in here. I heard a song called that once. Ha funny how it happens. Jive you grab my balls by the crutch, hey! Get off! Naughty little schoolgirl, you are, do you want me to spank you or to put you in a cage, with the rats burbling the grub open-mouthed and teeth like dragon’s. Hey girl, no, I wouldn’t do that now. What do you take me for?
I’m not sure if it is winter yet, but when it hits we’re all going to the Great Northern Skeptical Sky..in Dallas. Can’t wait. Bang goes the fireworks shwoosh snooty calling you. Crackers fracking and it is a half-done dream, not sure if it’s right or ready. Neither, I think.
She said it was raining outside. Can we still make it to the festival jump into the van let’s take off now.
Mimi Bordeaux
