and i was never picked...
. . . . . and i was never picked, 'cause i was never christen-wrapped in a pretty pheromonepackage i was ejected from the womb, room, with no sense of social-skills-mindfuck.. and while this is hard to see as a teenage body bag sitting in morgue . . . . getting cold toe tag loneliness.. hot remember dismemberment of hungry american jaws--tick tock literature. . . . . .. . . . . a fluidic rush of anger... many. many. many. moon ago. . . . . . Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 05:42 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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