make sure you dance prettily at the end of your puppet stringslisten to the world muffled through your hands and watch the universe with your eyelids in
the way and tell me if you hear anything besides the rush of blood and the low hum of
delusion so do you see anything through your own flesh? write a letter with the ink of self
doubt and ask yourself if those stains are from tears of just rain let the propaganda fill you
be your breath and bread and blood let it drag you down into the frozen depths of your own
soul and succumb to lowered expectations because youre happier there and truth is merely
what you want it to be and anything unpleasant must be a Communist Lie justify your
actions with morality after the fact "Im glad to see that slimeball gone!" because youre
better than him and youre better than me and youre an intelligent person and you make
intelligent decisions based on reason and Im sure you could look me in the eye and tell me
you love me and you love yourself because you dont want to admit that I disgust you and
have never really looked at your own soul but who has?

its really an ugly thing

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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