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Last night, sometime during the three o'clock hour, Trusty and I were roused from our slumber by some idiot needing a tow. I figured I may as well get up and go pee. However, when I flushed, the toilet took a fit, spontaneously flushed an extra time or two and continued to run, despite my handle-jiggling. "I think the chain's off 'cause there's no tension on the handle," I reported sleepily. And then I rolled to the kitchen for a sip of water because Queens, neither of the Glitter nor homo persuasion, do not do toilets.
When I returned to bed the toilet was quiet and Trusty was re-ensconced in the blanket. "Stupid toilet," I mumbled. Trusty answered "Yeah. Well maybe it looks at you and thinks 'stupid ass'."
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
