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Drinking hot beer at 4:41 in the morning Your belly protruding and hairy, unable to fit anymore alcohol Your glasses are missing one leg and the lenses pop out whenever you cough It always takes you several minutes to find them on the dirty floor. You go to bed content with you loneliness. In the late afternoon you wake up with dried saliva on your neck Your stomach aching for food But first a shot of brandy The fries poke the inside of your throat Your farts smell like beer and ham Nothing ...

I feel the liquor ease down my throat. It’s good... Then comes the rush to the brain, a bite to the heart. It's good... I think of ether, ammonia and monoxide. And damn right It’s good!…

Sicken me with spit and grime and all that junk that rises from thy evil hole. I prance and dance and sing a merry song for the brothers lost at arms. Hear ye men of all size and stature of the clown who cares not to laugh nor joke. Or is it neither joke nor laugh? Which ever it may be lend thy ears to me so that I may hold them captives in my palms. Secrets I shall tell, blasphemies I will yell, and all the while you will count me a fool. Still, read my lips when I say that the bells won’t ...

Black liquid rain drops from the baked earth Lost of fortitude and birth of snake speaking Promises un-kept derived from shallow mouths Roads unpaved Schools never made Black liquid death gives life to the few Opulent rooms made of golden lies Small town sucked dry is left in shambles

I am alone; a lifeless form that moves with out strategy or destination. Eyes: White as fluorescent light bulbs. My Face: A pale combination of sand and grime. No nose. I do have ears, both of which are small and useless-for I cannot make out sound. My senses are blessed in unworldly fashions. I have the ability to taste the air, my tongue twists and turns as I delight in the sea of minerals and particles. The hairs, just below my finger nails, rise with lightning speed whenever life is prese...