I SKATED PAST YOU IN PRISON
The word always has reminded me of poison. Much the
same. Prison and poison together litter the mind and rend
you weak and feeble, shackled and bent to death, puking
out one's ass and shitting out one's mouth. All the very same.
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'My, my, you use such startling images.' I've heard that before.
I reply, 'Yeah, well go stuff your own cot with feathers then.'
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'The natural man receives not the things of the spirit,
for they are foolishness to him.' Corinthians says
that, and I here heartily concur.
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