Sunday 2/10/2008 01:03:00 AM

Corduroy skin shifts to change its song. Tired explainations condone wasted sobriety. Rachet it down. Wrenching the cause from the victim. Blaming them. As all forms of justice inssists. Weighing my illusions against the torn feet of discarded dolls. Measuring my worth in blow jobs. Moments wasted pleasuring others.

Little glimpses of happiness between sucking dicks. Burns resolving to new skin.

Parasites promising to swallow the infection.

Men like needles full fo vaccine. Bits of the disease to make us immune.

Penises on trial. Lonely vaginas still searching for the wizard.

Hopeless Dorothy's still clicking their heels.

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