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Thursday, November 6, 2003


The current mood of dilapoid at www.imood.com
Angel with wings flew to me.
i was only a maggot.
only a maggot feeding.

may i tell you a story
of everything and all that be?
may i tell you a story
of everything that is and shall?


my maggots' love is like a proclivity
i tie it around me and in the mirror
i see a face that is noosed.

get down to me
get down to me
get down to me

kiss me.

angels
just say hello.
and see your heads.
all like holes.

wings
aren't real.
i've cut the scissors' blades
and seen through the maze
that is the perplexity of authenticity.
and truthful knives of divinity.

steel-eyed
steel-teethed
steel-deceited
i'll crush my hair.
to disrepair
and discare.

until nothing
will be there.



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