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New Psyentist

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

i can't even lie to myself anymore.

scotch o'clock.

numb lungs and dead drugs

solvent emotion, ash in the aorta

and the ends of nerves, dipped in hot solder

to better conduct

the noise

1 comment:

N.R said...

CITATS

October 25, 2009 at 7:43 AM

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