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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Filling Out

A confluence
of enigma
makes pervasive
paranoia almost
normal.

What?
Why?
What the fuck?

A long hair
and
a no-hair

seem to be the
best of friends.

Prosthetics hang
around my neck
like the crown
jewels.
Posted by wanderonderer at 2:20 AM

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