Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Underneath the haunt ambivalent expenditure, beneath the floor board rental, where boredom is preferred over a discouraging discourse and the skies darken by the day. Past little habits and jimmied up smiles. Beneath money bodies, rotting fish and scrubbing bubbles, relived of thinking, sits the foul present. Ideal dogmatic abuse, drunk on cheap prayer to a god sucking the cock of another two bit family playing television games, while gramma roasts in the oven with the turkey, a la’ screaming hunger battle zones closed for further asbestos removal or future body removal due to another damn damn melting ice cap sunken hot subdivision cemetery burning ground fascist golf course.


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