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(Insert art here)
Tonight I'll take the pillow out from underneath my head
let the hardwood floor keep me cool
and see if, for once, the sickness doesn't set in
after so many nights of agony on a comfortable bed
maybe some warped and adled solid and splintering planks will keep me well
It's been a while since I've been in any position to say it
but I'm happy to be here
I'm happy to be sunk in a pool of piss and vomit
I'm happy to be lost in hour long bursts of mind pain
after all, the only thing worse than agony is mild discomfort
or, worse yet, complacency
Just last night I saw a blood stain that looked like an old friend
theres a metaphor in there somewhere, but I'll be damned if I can find it
fuck it
Just between me and you...
the spaces between the words are more important to me than anything else
that's not a metaphor, it's the truth
I just like the way the paper looks shining out from behind my mindless scrawlings
You know what?
Go fuck yourself.
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Wholeheartedly yours,
The Good Reverend Dirtbag
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