Luyện nghe bài hát More at the striped table

downtown i walk for about a mile in squares. there were short and men behind bars.
They are never clean, men. And their dirtiness makes them objects of lust.
I think its that makes that possible. Or sex is simply dog eat dog,
and when we set our into the submissive we are aroused.
And when we have the opportunity to role on our backs, consciousness, willing, out of costume, well,
who would throw that ticket away. I would not. I sat in the cool of these men,
and my brain is a pimple train, of running out of the left side of my eye
the more out the better i feel but where does this stuff go? i watch the governmentworkers eating.
i watch all the people in their pretty dresses with their children.
i think they think this is downtown in mexico. they think this is just a city. don't they know what is down here?
so i run threads the secret community of them, and i am one of them now and no longer on my knees.
there's somebody ivan and i saw him at a party he's the guy people said to stay away from.
he put an armful of into me and before the needle was out i was on the floor.
it wasn't his fault really, he was just trying to be a nice guy. everybody a big shot.

I had no clothes at all, no shoes. I like parading , i liked walking the empty city after everyone was in their drugless beds. Every inch of concrete was mine. I could
sit on any step. and all angry clouds made by me. i had been kicked out of hippy houses all over seattle. the house on john street. 6th and john. they had me
sleeping on the roof out there. Those in their thirties who listened to jazz all the time. The one was really nice. He argued with his room mate to let me stay. I had no
where to go. The other guy said he didn't care. I'd somewhere. Jesus, she'll end up back at ivans.

So the other room mate, he got in a hippy van with all kinds of nicely dressed hippies. Flowers painted on the v.w., velvet, boots, the whole thing. I wished i be a girl
like that. I was only fourteen, and no matter how many people i fucked or shots i took or cars i got into i could not seem to have that power of older. All i got was more
used. not more big. I wished they'd invite me with them. I wished i had friends, and clothes, and a place to go. care free, but rooted. When i ran away my family left the
motel where we had lived in beach. I could not find them now if i wanted to.

there had been ballet lessons, drama lessons. a.a.u. swim team. i had taken and i had a guitar. i had percussion instruments. I never had to do housework.
i had to babysit every night but my mom worked and my dad was hardly around. i could go around and go to peoples houses as i liked. but i was not liked at
home. no one any one there.