Friday, February 4, 2011

2016. MY LIFE IS A DOSE OF SICK

MY LIFE IS A DOSE OF SICK
I'm getting crumbly around the edges, and
I don't know what to do. Eyes well up with
tears just thinking. Cosmic infanticide. Eternal
euthanasia. Selective breeding, dogs, cats,
angels, turtles and all the rest of that
bio-structured crap. I'm looking at pictures
of the Cassady family - Carolyn and her
daughter, the one in ballet form. I can't
fucking stop from crying. Good God,
I'm so measly gone. It's not as if I
haven't lived myself; I've done all the
rest of that matter. It's more like the
pregnant pause that's about to explode.
In sirens. In fury. In fire.

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