Friday, February 28, 2003

Semen stains on your new new blue sweater.the acid wash does'nt offer the cleansing that it promises.it's on your breath like the stench from the wounds of a gutted deer.wearing deciet like a headress of bones and posies.the tightend noose give your face a warm shade of blue.the razor point peirces a new hole.building a new ocean to cleanse the bulletholes back to the warmth of their first entrance.recreation of the firing squad.Saliva exchanged for blood and egg sheels traded for bones.The candle wax cools to a puddle with teethmarks in it,lighting the way of the exit wounds.

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