morning yields a clearer vision
of our sense of total unclarity

we pose, we peruse
eachother
insanely drooling

aghast at our  innanity

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she naked-ed my vision with pure
indecision
amid the confusion that we call "f--king"

i thought to throw her on the bed
and beat her up
BUT
we had done that already
so
we just stood in the middle of reality
listening
to the children wailing

--

it was good

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pornographically induced prostitution
seems to be the key
to a higher education

we play with ourselves
we play and play

til the "toys" are broken

and we are broken

and then we face

with utter clarity
and incission

the true nature
of our prison