EVA- Nits of a Louise 2 by Lou Crabtree

Nits of a Louise (continued)
by Lou Crabtree

16. Laid out in my coffin that old mosquito lit on my nose You son-of-a-bee You'll get no blood for your blood bank.	17. Heading for the whore bar waving one finger instead of five past orange traffic cones past dead bodies Find a penny pick her up Trollops hot steppers scarlet flakes a fucking freak in combat boots swimming in peanut butter nailing Jell-O to the wall Dead-Eye Dick, Calamity Jane A red pencil cut meaningless.
18. I don't know whether to valign myself with angels OR to stay in my tree and align myself with higher primates.	19. I went to the old house on a quiet trip There were scorpions in the bottles.
20. The devil's forked-tongue flicked venom lies and more lies From the stud she loaded to her tongue gangland style in her teens her tongue forked like the snakes! Split through the middle split and slit until she had two tongues to go with her ruby slippers and a ring through her septum.	21. No short cut from top-down or from down-up It takes "grunt work"- study, commitment, hard work not always intellectual superiority.
22. Even when it was raining Old Pop put a sack around his shoulders an old hat on his head and cut the briars.	23. South American coca farmers barely can put beans on the table Tobacco farmers load the guns for suicide.
24. Moral not abides in the junkyard of our minds guided missiles and misguided men scientific power versus spiritual power Sleaze mentality screams watching the 500 races to see cars crashing into walls a ball player in tight britches jerk his crotch to hit a ball to see ice skaters fall on a triple axle.	25. In my other life I chose to be a white polar bear with its power the most perfect art Always so cold, he does not feel the cold so no need to hibernate. Let Geo be a brown bear, Who loves to sleep and hibernate.
26. This veil of death that I look through aided by faith tells me WAIT.	27. Why Mary, are you doing that? Twisting your finger around your hair? You wouldn't know Maw. It is sexy.
28. The passion of love is a flame that burns and is never extinguished by despair misfortune or infirmity. Where the byproducts- the deep realities that never change are family food clothing.	29. I am a true Believer But Santa, dearest Santa, Was that you down at the mall? Santa, it's me again Sue is twelve and she doesn't want no tiddly-winks Granny says You were drunk down at the mall. Dearest Santa I'll always be a true Believer.
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