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"Iraqis drag American bodies through streets," because this is the peace that war brings. "Schwarzenegger: Tax hike may be needed," for the governor's mansion needs bigger doorways due to the Terminator's macho biceps and huge pussy-seeking cock. "John Kerry has minor surgery on right shoulder," which was damaged in the accidental killing of a prostitute last week. "Slowdown in Midwest hiring dims job hopes," because the middle of the cake is always the first to cave in. * The district court has me pushed over a chair again. My hair is in my eyes and I can feel my pants drop to my ankles. I take a breath and bite my lip, and try not to talk out of turn. Despite my good behaviour, they push into me still. Their movement is cold, quick, and quite uncaring. This is a feeling that I can no longer feel. My ass is too loose for their abuse. I drilled a hole in my chest and drained my heart into a jar, which I hid buried deep inside the ground, in a place so fucking far away from any kind of building or city street. Away from cretinous cops and forgetful friends & family. Away from taxes and paychecks and final exams. Away from America and the bad taste it puts in my mouth. With all my feelings dead and aspirations dissolved, I guess you could say I finally "grew up." The chair keeps an endless creak beside the constant hiss of the halogen lights. I listen closely, searching for a melody in all of this noise, as the system fucks me.