the sieve and the sand

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cigarettes

motherfuckers put a filter on my brain

poetry

it’s hard to see past your own nose
it’s hard to put that in your prose
and when i’m on a slump
and revel in muck
i want to throw myself in the road

September 16, 2008 David X. Hugo Tagged booze, cigarettes, slump 4 Comments
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