An' when she's wore out

wywm299471 · Post by **wywm299471** » Fri October 21st, 2011, 2:54 am

An' when she's wore out, draggin', turn 'er aroun', use the other end. Sew up the open end. Open up the wore end. And when both ends is gone, why, that's nice cloth! Makes a nice pair a summer drawers. Makes nightshirts. And well, hell a cotton bag's a nice thing. Hang it around your waist. Straddle it, drag it between your legs. She drags light at first. And your fingertips pick out the fluff, and the hands go twisting into the sack between your legs. Kids come along behind; got no bags for the kids use a gunny sack or put it in your ol' man's bag. She hangs heavy, some, now. Lean forward, hoist 'er along. I'm a good hand with cotton. Finger wise, boll wise. Jes' move along talkin', an' maybe singin' till the bag gets heavy. Fingers go right to it. Fingers know. Eyes see the work and don't see it. Talkin' across the rows They was a lady back home, won't mention no names had a nigger kid all of a sudden. Nobody knowed before. Never did hunt out the nigger. Couldn' never hold up her head no more. But I started to tell she was a good picker. Now the bag is heavy, boost it along. burberry boots
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Focalor · Post by **Focalor** » Fri October 21st, 2011, 2:23 pm

Spam is so 2010.

BlackRoija · Post by **BlackRoija** » Fri October 21st, 2011, 3:12 pm

I'm exhausted. I've been on this street a thousand times. It's never looked so strange. The faces...so cold. In the distance a child is crying. Fatherless, a bastard child, perhaps. My back aches...my heart aches...but my feet...

...my feet are resilient. Thank God I took off my heels and put on my Himalayan Walking Shoes!

Diana · Post by **Diana** » Fri October 21st, 2011, 3:36 pm

Well done.

ScreamBloodyGore · Post by **ScreamBloodyGore** » Fri October 21st, 2011, 4:51 pm

BlackRoija wrote:I'm exhausted. I've been on this street a thousand times. It's never looked so strange. The faces...so cold. In the distance a child is crying. Fatherless, a bastard child, perhaps. My back aches...my heart aches...but my feet...

...my feet are resilient. Thank God I took off my heels and put on my Himalayan Walking Shoes!

This son of a bitch is ice cold!

Azrael · Post by **Azrael** » Wed October 26th, 2011, 4:46 am

BlackRoija wrote:I'm exhausted. I've been on this street a thousand times. It's never looked so strange. The faces...so cold. In the distance a child is crying. Fatherless, a bastard child, perhaps. My back aches...my heart aches...but my feet...

...my feet are resilient. Thank God I took off my heels and put on my Himalayan Walking Shoes!

I'm wearing an urban sombraro.

Focalor · Post by **Focalor** » Wed October 26th, 2011, 3:32 pm

...and nothing else?

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An' when she's wore out

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