And the Horse

The girl with the pigtails who was always a bitch, sitting on her rocking horse..tick tick..she made it herself, you know. This transience has held me too long. Times of waiting and worrying. Times of passing, times of waiting for the times to worry.

There was the girl who walked on her hands and the boy who polished his sneakers. There was the girl with the nice ass and boy who played drums stoned.

There was the woman with half a face and a man with the other half. Is there anyone else I did not know?