Feb 26, 2004 15:35
MALE HOOKER IN A BATH TUB
by Scott Gross, From Autumn to Ashes
"Ok, so it's a blind chemical machine I'm dealing with here in the frontal temporal lobes of grades 1-4. Your parents thought you were ok until they found you hanging from the doorknob. You're only four feet tall and that's a long enough dick to slip into the holes in the palms of my hands. Have faith in nothing or you'll believe in everything. I believe the receptor when we fuck. We fuck to songs that have no rhythm and that's why I'm so in love with you. I'm so in love that if you turned your back I'd claw your fucking spine away. I'll never sleep with medical junkie book reading whores. You're the perfect whore. I'm losing my ability to do the only thing I know how to do and the nights are longer I know I must take myself as easily as possible, and I'm not taking you with me. So the stairs are my up and I crawl and I crawl and I sit in the bathtub because the acoustics are better. I hope my mom and my dad are proud. I hope they understand how much I hurt. No water. That copper hit the linoleum and I released before it all fell to my shoulder. Maybe someone cared."
hmmm.. that was interesting
it's so confusing that it almost makes sense..