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Sep 2010
summer
and the
FLOODS
of WAR

blood red skies

overhead

and i?

?

re-reading

the football scores


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in the mouth of the alley
hearing the screams

seeing

bodies

dropping
from
"on high"

smelling the dumpsters
filled
with the corpses of children

my own
probably

in "there"

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WE MOVE ?

well

it is so very hard

so very little
"traction"

so few honest questions

NO
HONEST ANSWERS!

only human manure
masquerading

as imbeciles

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i read the "paper"
THIS MORNING

i am still quite ill

i dont have a television

THANK THE LORD!

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dead men walking

HOW DO THEY DO THAT?

is there a scientist in the house?

i saw a body breathing

on some forgotten

yesterday

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i guess i'm going to have to be jesus
again

or a saint
or

SOMETHING!

it didn't work out
last time

well

TRY TRY AGAIN!
Written by
jeffrey robin
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