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Murdered Slowly Day by Day from the waking shower hour to washing off these nights of disarray… Let’s murder this slowly cut me down to size when it all ashes down it’s smaller than a boot box memory, work, dedication, love, holidays, emergencies, night talks, fright talks, telephone loss… i wanted to […]
As the vagina gives birth to vengeance and future mayham…we count our coins by the side of the dust bowl road The Sun Above collects it’s dues down assunder in the jugular cutting trade winds Motors huff hood corshly pack madder loud as the old branch scuddle into the mouth […]
Everything in Vain. Lookin’ 4 a Crib at Resthaven Cemetery. Death passes the savings onto You… The End of Taxes, the high cost of insurance and vitamins, and the amount of grams you save in “give a fucks” is astounding. I shake my meat in the Lion’s den i wave farewell to […]
Because i ain’t built outta money…that must be it. That must mean i never cared. Because i don’t have the patience of a rotting corpse, must mean that my feelings are a “rush job” for i am not Tender, perhaps a cross between a door-mat and choice cuts of meat kicked around in […]