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Sep 2010
all the oil is gone from the gulf
all we have to worry about
are vampires

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

simple images of ourselves
and what we do to eachother

images of our false love disquised
as imagry....in imaginary terms

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

you try to truly love but
the "people" want VAMPIRES

to **** their stinking blood
and give them excuses
for the blood they ****

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

AND LOVERS.....AS SUCH

come

beyong the imaginary grief we feel
beyond the imaginary images of revenge
that thrill us to the core of our unworthiness

beyond the death we  worship
we are truly dead

YOU GO AWAY FOR A DAY AND WHAT IS HERE?
VAMPIRES....AGAIN

and
so sad to say

WE ARE HERE

VAMPIRES!

******* death
as such

pretending that the oil
is gone from the gulf!
Written by
jeffrey robin
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