
[030]
08/09/2007 01:09 a.m.
more scraps:
i have been caught unawares.
off guard.
this sweet stench of closeted skeletons,
it wreaks of the gods we've repeatedly denied.
it wreaks of drunkenness and crying out,
of exceptions and complications and draft dodging.
last night, i made up my mind.
these strangers who chase me back and forth are simply not for me.
they're not my problem.
they'd fuck me for blow any day of the week.
they've got preconceived notions.
anymore, i've got to work against what other people say to people i've never met.
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