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I've been up for two days. I'm in my room, 7 a.m. I'd been lying in my bed for countless hours, thinking about his riddle. But all the nervousness was in my sheets, so now I'm sitting in the living room, flipping through selected works of Edgar Allan Poe with a sharpie in my hand. I'm crossing out words to make a new story. I'm on the last page of "Four in One Beasts" when I see it: Concubines. I go back to the beginning of the page and black out every word until I reach concubines....

"The best fuck you could ever have is with Siamese twins. They don't like the term Siamese, but it makes for good dirty talk." My eyes are still groggy, but I know only one person who'd talk about fucking conjoined twins. "Why don't you put on some fucking pants, for Christ's sake?" Joe-Bob adds. I stop heading towards the shower and turn around. I'm in my underwear. Joe-Bob is on the couch, drunk off Coors. I just woke up. It's 10 a.m. "What?" "You're a fuc...

Drinking whiskey alone cant' seem to blind the darkness inside my whole being. It seems I'll have to find another way back to me. I used to laught when I was happy but I no longer have a smile. It was stoeln piece by piece until there were no teeth left in my mouth. The gold that rolled through my viens minded the all out. I'm most comfortable when I fall. All this wind roaring past means I can't hear at all. So say what you want, I won't respond, Just nod as you talk. I can't see past my own...

I always cry 'round wintertime, Though this year you aren't around to know. The days they may be shorter now but they pass unbearably slow. I hope it don't snow This year, like last And the year before that. I don't get days off of school anymore I'd call you around springtime But you don't pick up the phone. You'd be drunk and with some friends, I'm drunk and alone. The dogwoods are in bloom. Unlike me, They don't need you To grow. I'd forget you around summertime But only for a moment. Lost...

I love you Jesus Christ But your book Should be revised to contain the line Once upon a time I love you Mr. Buddha man I'm a real big fan But you need to understand Nirvana's just a band I love you Hindu god Shiva You're a multi-armed diva There's just one thing I can't concieve-a How people believe ya There's no one in the sky Nothing happens when you die You only get one try at life So make it count and dance.