they fight
they fight fight like pigs pigs feasting feasting upon their own hatred innards and psychotic confusion fight like beggars on the street corner competing for the sympathy and pitty sympathy and pitty of the unfortunate passers by going steadily insane laugh at the most intolerable pain words of rage such good weapons to choose grind and twist at each others spine nothing but dull vegetivity in the end Written June 5th, 2001 © on Jun 05 2001 02:22 PM PST 0 • 1
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"they fight..."