and now my mouth tastes like antiboitics
and I'm pretty sure it always will


the morning afterswash off the night sounds and the secrets you worethe morning afters
for him the spice colored lipstick the muffled purr the fortune-teller glint painted into your gypsy eyes
shed the clothes that aren't yours shed the ski


no bodies.you were all teeth molars, bicuspids, incisors for sureno bodies.
tasting fruit not ready to eat, but ripe enough to bruise.
shane
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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"I say unto you: a man must have chaos yet within him to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: ye have chaos yet within you."
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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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