Monday 6/11/2012 12:10:00 AM

servants and liars. bent thumbs on the dice. the blossom of thieves. as the blood cuts its way toward the hunger. in little squares. too small to color. the truth like napalm. coldly burning away at the skin.

thieves. the incumbent of surrender. slurring the voice between now and then. slender angles. surges of when. the future still wanted to know. little girls with red panties. women with flesh removed. the ugly answers to so many beautiful questions.

choices like raindrops fall from the sky, the swift mania of indifference consumes her. fetid clouds and terminal utopias. pluck the child like strings undone.

a simple song. like screaming crayons. and missing colors.

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