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Jan 02, 2009 23:53

"All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets."

that Instamatic insomni-addict struts across smut, searching for some truth greater than whats offered in alka seltzer day dreams-- fizzing solid disbeliefs in constitutions unquestioned. he's lost it for that Botticelli angel, who has sold what whispers god had lent for the cacophonous clack of heels held high by Oxycontin daydreams,
shared between seams stained. selected.
stilted with empty resolutions.

swear resolve, with vapid eyes yawning ever wider; ____, lest those swollen constellations tumble from your tear ducts, swallowed by that mother wolf's gaping jaws.

Sadness to distend the maw, sickened with the cancer of rotting chrysanthemums, tigerlilies roaring in the bowels of her decency.

watching taxi driver, revealing and exposed.
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