One before, one after




Burnt sienna
Sunday, October 27, 2002
If you sleep through it, they will come.
I'm sick and tired of my vector sum.
I broke my hand in a land
where a band came from a can.
I busted my knee during a flee
from home to hell to a robot butt cheek.

No force in the universe can make me smarter
than the disease that draws me darker.
No quill can stab the cancer
that kicks my face with the hoof of Prancer.

I think I would never shower again if I did not have hot water.

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