Sunday, July 11, 2010
To create
black as the blackest of space. The black hole of our souls. the vile filth of your mucousy carcass, all fuzzy. take that and make music. writing about the shadowy parts of your brain. the dark heart. Hi everybody, welcome to my writing process. keep unclean. foul. wretch. victim. playwright. juxtaposed. swallow. drip. rinse. Rampant curses on the faithlessness of modern medicine. Take two and meet us on the other side. Take three and never breath again. Speaking in whispers to the dreadonought. Lost in a swig of sweet cigarette. Dreading empty time. Cringing at the thought of something new. Something gold. Gold. Gold. Cash cold, bury my gold. Septuary. VII
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