I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE I'LL DIE TOMORROW

so ill admire their feathers

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

weight

animator (joke)
freelance (nothing)
professor (long-haul)
musician (failure)
poet (drug-addict)
volunteer (noble)
recluse (nothing)
lover (happy?)
videogamer (juvenile)
leecher (parasite)
business droid (horrid excuse)
homeless (tolerable)

leprous innoculation of bed sores.
old, smelling cunt,
i am no longer a boy.
the gutters lining the streets are now teeming with life.
sleepwalkers clap and share jokes.
i am 23 years old.

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