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Thursday, November 20, 2003


DIgress your soul on the splasm wall.
The current mood of dilapoid at www.imood.com
sheet
sleet
eats
me down
the sheet's
paper
as i write
on thish white
snow.

rain
flames
grains
in my head
crushing
and hemor dead.

this paper
is dapered
in heavy weighters
that pulley
my mind.

semi-circle
signs
fine
me money
that i don't have.

the taxes'
faction
that says
pen to paper
should have rules.

scoff,
sheeply wool,
feel slaughter,
and reak ruin.
never calm
to the rules.
never coon
to the lulls.

always sing
from the heart
always make
from the art.
always eat
from the tart
always feel
with the part.

always be
who you be
when you are
who you feel.

always write
in blood
and guts
and never let go
of what you know.

always think
in death
and life
and never fall
for guise.

write
rightly
and write
nicely.

direct from the heart--
direct from the start--
and as direct
as spontaneous zeal.
never let
interdictions
kill.



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