Sunday, August 30, 2009

29.08.09

the small dried nugget of shit that is tangled up in my gooch hair is alive. it has a tiny beating heart and two glowing eyes. it counts, over and over, the number of stitches that line the inside of my underwear until it falls asleep.
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2 comments:

. said...

such beautiful words, arousing even more beautiful images in my mind. your disgraceful.

August 31, 2009 at 10:37 AM
mr hayes said...

hahahahahahahahaha

September 6, 2009 at 10:00 PM

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