A race set apart!

a General demoted to nothing with the wave of a gun as
father time drinks from the cup of pain and
strokes his long beard creating invisible
ropes for the persecuted to climb.
Touch my sister. Please touch my sister.
There.
Down there. Anywhere.
Moist is better but fuck it, go
in. I'll trade her for my freedom.


(can I go next?)

09/04/2009

Posted on 09/04/2009
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