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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
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