Thursday, August 30, 2007

We're starving, send books


And paper bound only the proper way.
The glue's the food in the right conditions.
Gods know our dinner is multivalent: feast, fuel, and entertainment.
Not in that order.

As adults we have certainly lost the ability to start fires and dance
around them naked and flinching and cooking.
Parachute matches.
For the children?
It's the only way.

We've given you all the lines you could want and you've not written a
goddamn thing.
Space is at a premium these days. Don't you know what these pages cost us?
College-ruled extra.

Paper condoms don't survive to ashes.
Always we all know--
But I was hungry and so were you, and fucking just isn't part of a
catabolic diet.

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