Friday, August 28, 2009
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I'd like to carve a few words into your bones while you're sleeping.
Because sometimes when I'm sure you're missing me, I imagine that…
You'd probably like it if I ground my bones into a powder.
Just like the cocaine you did when you were 16.
And handed you a rolled up ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR