Monday, August 17, 2009

HSAIBF


now it is your job to find a new job. When

did I stop trusting my own thumbs? Sooner

or later, the Buick will turn on us, revving

passenger-less and poised for gore. Some

faith is fortified by failure. Holy sounds

are invented by fingers. Text me when

you’re unemployed and masturbating

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