FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE HURT BUSINESS: Or, meditations from the fucker as he ripped at the seems.
"I don't have much time for sympathy, cause it never happened to me." -unwritten law Her mouth hangs open with the promise of some pleasure unknown, with pleasures of a gospel without verses. The dream is nice in that British sort of way, in that sort of way that it's not as funny as it thinks it is. It’s a painting in my mind, an image of a faith in humanity I can't deny in spite of myself. That even this mean little creature can be loved. That all the sickness can be sweated out sworn and thrown away with a communion wafer. The visions come and go as I lay in my bed stoned out of my mind smelling and looking like shit trying to make since of what I h