Friday, January 07, 2005

Skin the animal that killed the boy's father. Build an altar to your tears. He can run but it won't take him where he wants to go. Your ultraviolet dreams did nothing to affect my solid steel skin. Recover the loss, uncover the trauma. Will you love me when I am crazy? Do you love me now that I am crazy? Jumping off the edge of consciousness he regrets not having strangled more people for breaking the rules set into effect by screaming children at the edge of the highway. Your misery is alive today--I can hear it coming up the road.

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