Saturday 8/18/2012 01:36:00 AM

spent the dark on better things. now it's just brick and apes. chiseling away at the empty spaces. the choke of time like butterflies pissing on mountains of human shit. the sickness manifests in such a way. that we don't know we're dying.

this flesh a cancer upon the bones beneath. a broken time machine. stuck in the throat of future that is choking on it.

spent the night on softer corners. bargaining with the monkeys. evolution gnawing on the seldom between victims. barely close enough to see. and just far enough away to be sure of. the monsters in her closet spoiling all her dreams.

his pocket knife hardly sharp enough. as he teases the wrist. the years like tissue paper. as she opens up the box.

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