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thought it was a really good fucking solution, bitch. you bet your life. 19 january 1999 "let's do something else for our children.." STOP CHEATING ON YOUR WIFE, MOTHERFUCKER. & the man with the golden gun thinks he knows so much. you're the devil's bitch. you're satan's whore. you are beelzebub incarnate. fucker. where'd you go putting those keys, girl? where did you fall when i knocked you out of the car? why is my head on backwards? i can't keep things straight. it's a crooked line of syncopation & offbeats. my head is whizzing through the air with no ease. here's your memory girl, here's your taste.. now let me back away & hide in the corner. leave me be. i don't want what you have to offer. take your arms & hands & fingers & use a yoyo to entertain them. stop. my thoughts are like shining stars, covered in the darkness of the galaxy & wiped out by their loss of light, seen only when far away. when you open my book, you see words you couldn't think of a million years ago. then they appear too long after you've forgotten the feeling that needed describing. so you close the book & tilt your head backwards. when i watch you, i see your tongue slide around your mouth when you speak. the folds on your bones retract with every word. cough up a lung. cough up an organ & throw it down & teach us about art. hold your pulsating spleen in your hand, contracting & reacting, spilling down your legs & through your socks. highly overrated. chew on the outsides & spit out the excess for the poor. we can't tell you how grateful we are for your sins, your sacrifices. teach us again about how to follow. bring me here, & lay me down on a large boulder. sleep beside me & stretch out your hand to lift my weight from right to left. wave in the wind from the car waves, brain waves, cover my eyes & bring me here. i can't hear myself. what am i amounting to? where did you go & where am i supposed to sleep? i'm not here & it's not me you see shrinking in the corner. it's just a continuation of shadow. |
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