Tuesday 10/12/2010 12:57:00 AM

caution signs. were always in black and white. stories were always told. without the benefit of victims. all heroes. as broken as they were. neither weak enough to pity. nor strong enough to admire.

vodka cunts and tequila cocks. a twist of lemon tits. the gravel under her tongue. digging at scars. changing her words as she whispered to them.

a barren playground. the indent. where her feet scraped. as that swing flung her round. cigarette butts and plastic bottles. the colorful confetti of defective fingers. as they grab at. but can't release. the ropes around their necks.

she takes out her eyes and speculates about hte depth of sight. a series of shallow steps. to learn the vanity of blindness.

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