February 19, 2004

hello darling, I’ve missed you like splinters in my heel.
Can’t you hear the rain?
It’s splitting your skull. Here, drink the blood.
Embalmed with symbolism and brine.
Watch your skin rot.
Maggots will stray from you as flies to a carcass.
opposing forces, wonderful paradoxes.
We gather at times of crises.
Kill your idols.

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