Sunday, February 5, 2012

Stay In Touch

Getting in touch with the machine most likely to lead to my destruction...


I think we are feeling each other, at this point.

Mutually self destructive...

Dangerous just on principle.

Because it is the right way to be.


I am reading Bukowski and listening to metal...

The safety is off.

The mojo witch lingers just outside.

I like the word kill.

But I don't like killing...

At least in its most direct meaning.


My abstraction is personal, you understand.


Go kill, in the lovely way...

It is Saturday night.

It is what the Son of Sam would do.


Prose can be so fleeting...


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