[because as lives are aching I am lucky: a poisonal cup]
April 1, 1999
Apr 1, 1999
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because lives are aching I am lucky: a poisonal cup
I ingest pill after mastodon pill. after I have abdominal pains
headaches, skin aches, skin aches, the drowse and nausea
no matter pill or bitter pill. but no milk rare and no meat fat
nor oysters: doctor's orders. my mouth going blind over and over
nothing spicy or sharp. forgetting I eat my hair. I say our dear lord:
losing myself in public. seems sunday loves my mouth and music
we supper [me and posion]. together we bath [poison and me].
we live together dificultly. and fairly normal: doing all the poisoning myself
myself. need no wine to sanctify. as of the right now I am lucky:
need no litter bearer. children undigested I am able to throw back up
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April 01, 1999
1 Min read time