the sieve and the sand

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Day: December 5, 2011

yes, i will go where no man has gone before. Mexican food as a description for my parts

poetry

it’s raining like crazy
and i’m not outside running
my feet are dry and my morale is sinking
the sun is rising and here i am
not out in the elements
rather i lay
on carpeted floor
my soul slowly withering
inside the quesadilla that is my is head and buttox

December 5, 2011December 5, 2011 Roger Mugs 1 Comment
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