Friday, March 20, 2009

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These are moist times we live in.
If things don't implode - they melt.
One way or another, everything gets wet.
Ashes to ashes; dust to pus.

One way or another, everything gets wet.
Salt, saliva, sperm, and sweat.


Though, more appropriately, I have been one Acquainted with the Night..
There are no stars in this town.

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