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any day now -

if you have nothing nice to say...

and i don't really here today. i am nice to the point of explosions in my day to day reiterate the play by play of her cut into a million with a smile and positive spin like a too make-upped news anchor they all look the same

and they frighten me red tweed uniform helmet head lipsticked.

i have become a talking head.

and it's rolling when i close the door off my shoulder through the floor that is water now looking up into the muffled plaster rippled sunlight of the other world the one where shiny happies cart their bundles through the park tick tock day to day no problems

clock work.

and the ticking of her time bomb machines sound like sand grains counting out the age of the 18 centimeter ancient one and her possy of broken creatura creaking, crackling, androids in pink lacy socks and dried blood.

last night i cried.

finally, thankfully. a bursting damn. wasn't near long enough and my mask came right back on.

the mirror is my doppelganger.

if you would like to know she is iodine yellow and smells of plastic and feces her once soft stomach is open to the world and unstitched down to the organs that have failed her and she cries angry when they prick her purple heel, hell, heal for the five hundredth time while we white knuckle our impulse to strangle her alien green saviors and snatch her away to a planet so tiny

you can watch the sunset 500 times by just moving your chair a little closer

a little closer

a little closer

any day now...

10:05 a.m. - 2006-07-14
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