za16ao@sdccsu3.UUCP (11/30/83)
I haven't written anything in a long while, so I'd really appreciate any comments. -------- We've worn out the glitter, babe. I'm not so young, and fool if I - hell, I don't know. You're half-sprawled on the bar stool, wet trickle-damp hair-curls; your forehead, lined. Musk and musty alccohol mingle on your hands, tapping at the glass. We're not so young, babe. My jeans have holes, and the dirty underwear, beer bottles (empty), dusty Sunday papers on the floor aren't really me. Those sneezy cats and late-night noisy phonecalls aren't you, either, huh? Babe, I'm tired. The dog needs feeding and hell if I'm going to spend another night howling at the beer-bread moon. We've worn out the glitter, girl: let's pick up the laundry and the paper and go on home. 11/28/83 -- -=< Lady Arwen >=- ...sdcsvax!sdccsu3!arwen