103- You just can´t let go your feelings

Get up now, boy, my pa biffed me anxsome, this ain't no mornin' for slug- gybeddin', cuss you. That bubbly dream popped an' I waked proper under itchy Kolekole blankies. The dark girl'n'me was twined, yay, like a pair o' oily lizards swallowin' each other. She smelled o' vines'n'lava ash an' her oli...