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By Misti Date: 2002 Apr 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.27.19.28.28199]] |
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I am stripped whipped broken bleeding needing much more than I can express but I am hanging in the corner out of sight a 39 cent thrift shop painting people are too gleeful Cuba Libras Bloody Marias Slow Comfortable Screws in hand high on witty banter and sexual innuendos to notice my gore stretched to the limit then curled up a ravaged fetus screaming but like a dream no sound comes and the talk turns to Voice Stream Wireless then some new model of some car I don't care enough to remember then Radiohead and some new game for some new game system all I know is it's not Atari blood gushes from a new wound I hope I die soon should I leave him a letter or a poem? why are they so goddamn happy? they are blind in the third eye and so secure in their boxes no one gets in and nothing gets out |