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Published: 2006-04-18 14:03:17 +0000 UTC; Views: 97; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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Description This moment so tender
Like a thoroughly pounded piece of meat
Falls right off the bone
Like a gored Spaniard flung into the air
I wish I could feel this kind of excitement
Each time I'm touched by despair

This sensation so pure
Like the misguided expectations of adolescence
Cut with the realities of laundry detergent and the rough
Like grass stains on a permanent record
Fading with the aroma of blackening glass tubes burning
In a sepia memory lifted from the wallet of an elderly retard

This joy so explicit
Like a surreptitious nose dive underneath an Italian restaurant table
Could not, owing in part to the thirty-five percent gratuity, be added to the bill
Like spectacular nose candy jewelry in your Duck Cho Chee
I wish I could Thai an internationally colored ribbon
Around the necks of the chefs
Who've gotten me addicted
To the aftertaste
Of sub-par cuisine
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dying-in-your-arms [2006-04-18 20:11:29 +0000 UTC]

i love the first three lines...amazing. the rest is good! x

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Pyroclasticataclysm In reply to dying-in-your-arms [2006-04-19 12:35:17 +0000 UTC]

Thanks!

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dying-in-your-arms In reply to Pyroclasticataclysm [2006-04-22 14:19:39 +0000 UTC]

xx

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