Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Disposable posables. Right on target for the new decompression. Scheduled marring at ten. Where the world ends. Kiss my faith and sprinkle it in the wind. Why aren't you more like me? Don't you want to be like me? Fecundity. Disloyal to the Gods. Drink the porcelain rain and choke on all of my dreams.

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