Friday 3/26/2010 12:55:00 AM

Decisions drown in a wallow of flesh. I don't know what they've said. Don't want to know. About the meager depositions of whores and their pimps.

The world turns brown every chance it has. Wilts and shrinks to a sunless stance. No matter how much the rain falls. There is still drought.

She sleeps close to the window. Thinking it will wake her up. When there is sun again. She sleeps. The world buzzing between her legs. She wakes up in a pool of red.

The demon always wears white. The liar always screams the loudest. It's selfish. But we must blame the pig when it's eaten by the wolf. It's doesn't make sense. But. We keep sending children into the woods.

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