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by Horror Sleaze Trash on July 3, 2011

“My genious”

Beer drunk at 5:30,
talking to a chubby chick
whos traveling across the nullabore,
looking for a root
or at least some
attention.

She tells me
We are soft bodied organisms,
and the only way we can become
hard is to turn
back into
earth.

Make a mountain from
our bones
and use our skin
to grow the grass.

She is swaying on
heels
that are far to small
for her
feet.

She orders
on more beer, tips
the glass on its side
after draining it and
walks away
with out saying good bye.

Like the philosophers
who make me cry in bars
and restraunts

my death will mean
nothing

Absolutly
nothing
at
all.

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