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Monday, May 3, 2010
the derelict
Lost in the gutter you can hear the vomiting of the tramps aiming for the sewers and before you know it you are covered in gallons of unidentifiable filth... The boys are getting off in the street when you hear the whine of an orgasm and a screech of a car.. the child is split in two still aware of the grotesque fate he has suffered from chronic masturbation.. his lower half explodes in a spasm as he releases his load on the asphalt and the upper half lays back in final relief.
I start back to get a drink and come across a derelict biting his piece in pleasure as the cocaine smoke hits his lungs it tickles my nose as I pass. Knowing I can no longer hold down my own emesis I fall over and allow the fluid to flow through my mouth to the jissom soaked walls of a broken city. Choking up a undigested mass I cause my throat to bleed which makes my cigarette that much harsher.
I see hirsh trying to push from the back of an applebee's and hear an old man call the past no longer culturally relevant... calls christ a hoax and laughs because he knows he's right.. he's leaving the country in the morning and he has no reason to lie.
I am laying in an empty room with a missing ceiling thinking of a runaway so pleased with his seventy dollars he earned honestly through dishonesty and I imagine his transition from opium to methamphetamine to M to H and then devouring the remainder of what he can find... A liar who has absolutely no faith in themselves cowering behind a macho facade with a presence of racial bias and homophobic tendencies. He picks through the unwanted trash to fill his hunger but has no control and merely spreads the putrid unwanted against his skin of his face making his complexion all that more unappealing.
No one has lasting trust for this fool who has only shown his true intentions through similar repeated incidences. He is nothing.
I start back to get a drink and come across a derelict biting his piece in pleasure as the cocaine smoke hits his lungs it tickles my nose as I pass. Knowing I can no longer hold down my own emesis I fall over and allow the fluid to flow through my mouth to the jissom soaked walls of a broken city. Choking up a undigested mass I cause my throat to bleed which makes my cigarette that much harsher.
I see hirsh trying to push from the back of an applebee's and hear an old man call the past no longer culturally relevant... calls christ a hoax and laughs because he knows he's right.. he's leaving the country in the morning and he has no reason to lie.
I am laying in an empty room with a missing ceiling thinking of a runaway so pleased with his seventy dollars he earned honestly through dishonesty and I imagine his transition from opium to methamphetamine to M to H and then devouring the remainder of what he can find... A liar who has absolutely no faith in themselves cowering behind a macho facade with a presence of racial bias and homophobic tendencies. He picks through the unwanted trash to fill his hunger but has no control and merely spreads the putrid unwanted against his skin of his face making his complexion all that more unappealing.
No one has lasting trust for this fool who has only shown his true intentions through similar repeated incidences. He is nothing.
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