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May 02, 2005
Sean Penn
Droplets of blood spot the snow
engaging profanity and the such
Into a mirror I quickly glance
and finding it completely unreliable in its narration,
I turn my back on myself,
closing off the conscious thought process
A return to the light table
reawakens the beast within
and I welcome such true humanity
to this bizarre forum
Nostrils flare around the looking glass
working fiendishly around the crimson mishap
vacuuming up chalky drifts
An explosion in the central nervous system
triggers the desired response
causing the mind to recoils in horror
and I cackle at the purity
of this graceless moment
They look like white leaches
and what an inappropriate analogy
from someone who recently called love
'an approaching realization'
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 12:57 PM