Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Still sick

I am. Still sick. This thing, this gut and bag I carry around and lay with, this being in my skin is behaving as if it is something else, without, aloof. I wish I could clean my guts out like they clean out a freshly butchered goat, hold

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