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THE BURDENS OF L FE TW ST SLOWLY  NF N TELY
ROAST NG MY SOUL MY M ND MY BODY ON A L FE
LONG TR AL BY F RE  NTO DEL C OUS PERFECT ON

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One t me back  n k ndergarden   brought  n th s record for show-n-tell.  t was a d sney chr stmas record. The teacher put  t on and we started l sten ng to  t.  t was J ngle Bells. Then the records started to sk p. The teacher went to f x  t and   told her no, that's the way  t's supposed to be.*

I have to wonder  f th s has anyth ng to do w th why ( Read more... )

Th s morning   woke up an hour and a half early to the sounds of s rens
wh zz ng past my w ndow. At first   thought   was home, then   remembered
where   was.   stumbled through half darkness to the computer to check my
ema l, although that wasn't my true mot vat on.  n fact what   sought was
the fam l ar pa nful glow of the mon tor, wh ch burned ( Read more... )

That wh ch   see: obscured real ty.
That wh ch   hear: the end  s near.
That wh ch   f nd:  nfest ng my m nd.
That wh ch   do: d stort ng my v ew.

large bu ld ngs on my shoe
my apartment full of bugs
the eggs get  n my nose
and g rls have shoes upon the r feet

the cockroach says yo mama
and pocky every hour
eat eat you sl my  tal an
but please remember to lock the door