in the best beans
can dilute nutrients.
since i do not want to live.
the better ones around me do.
and i make god's judgment heavier by dying
slow. if there were any scrap of beauty in a thing, it is not mine, was never mine. someone else named me and treated me and assured i was me, killed every other part. i am pleased to be as disgusting as a sore-less, plastic manufactured, twist-tied doll, fallen from a freight truck on the highway or the railway or the no way we can afford that, so this way live. this way live dead. now, stay and spew god questions till you're mad enough to pull your own trigger, since he didn't make you what you are.
Posted by nancy at January 9, 2010 08:43 AM