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I'll never leave this site.. Ever!



with no temptation of glory, or pity.

But of some forlorn thing, best guessed as shame's emissary

When liquor takes my tongue again, and by the nighttime I'm swallowed

Time lends itself to the countdown toward the union of steel and rust and fleshy parts>

The best of nights and well- planned hours, they find me beached or

tossed asunder

at the mercy of those who are kind and few

even momentarily I'm swayed.. a one night stand I am, cheap with no free clinic in sight. Emblazoned, crossed and swathed with ribbons invisible at night.


I suppose I;m still a lover, of sorts;




Fuck, I'm stoned.

I wish it were three hours and two days earlier. I






I'm coming back. No matter how witty and mean Toothpick moe, or any of you fuclers are;/

L..A.'s my town.


xmooches to Siv!




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part three:

I'm coming back home. I strayed, and I'm sorry. It's a mean little world out there.


This one belongs to us.