30 September 2011


“hey. been trying to meet you.”
“hey. must be a devil between us. or whores in my head.”
“whores at the door?”
“whore in my bed.”
“but hey, where have you been? if you go I will surely die. we're chained.”

uh said the man to the lady, uh said the lady to the man she adored. and the whores like a choir go uh uh all night. and, mary, ain't you tired of this uh as the sound that the mother makes with a fake embrace?

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