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, these men. And their dirtiness makes them of lust.
I its religion that makes that possible. Or sex is simply dog eat dog,
and when we set our teeth into the we are aroused.
And we have the opportunity to role on our backs, with consciousness, willing, out of costume, well,
who would throw that away. I would not. I sat in the cool shadows of these men,
and my brain is a pimple train, of secret running out of the left of my eye
the more comes out the better i feel but where this stuff go? i watch the governmentworkers eating.
i watch all the mexican people in their dresses with their children.
i think they think this is in mexico. they think this is just a city. don't they know what this 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 named ivan and i saw him at a party he's the guy said to stay away from.
he put an armful of crank 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. likes a big shot.

I had no clothes at all, no shoes. I like parading , i liked walking around the empty city after was in their drugless beds. Every inch of concrete was mine. I could
sit on any step. and all clouds were 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 guys in their 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 guy said he didn't care. I'd find 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 on the v.w., velvet, boots, the whole thing. I wished i could be a girl
like that. I was only fourteen, and no how many people i fucked or shots i took or cars i got into i just 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 nice clothes, and a place to go. 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 modeling and i had a guitar. i had instruments. I never had to do housework.
i had to every night but my mom worked and my dad was hardly around. i could go walking around and go to peoples houses as i liked. but i was not liked at
home. no one any one there.