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Rambling Man



Body: lethargic
Brain: tumbling downhill with increasing speed
It makes me twitch
Crucifix hanging upside down around my neck
That fucker frowns up at me
She told me she wanted nine inches hard
I fucked her three times
And hit her head with a rock
I pull hard from the cigarette
The firing squad is a mirror with guns
Mouth tastes dead
I'm too lazy for hygiene
Wish I hadn't woke up
The wheels on the bus go round and round
I'm tied to the back
Pavement scrapes a hole in me
My soul leaks out
Masturbation is the best three minutes of my day
I am angry because I was angry
And I don't know why
My head won't stop bleeding
My fingers won't stop picking
Queasy



Skylar Lonidier
2006