2008-08-24
unappreciated sleep lid
This bar is the only place open in my breakaway republic. Winter came early this summer. I wreck myself at night, walking along the chainlink fence bordering the munitions factories. I eat the moths and drink the street light. I set fire to an abandoned church and jerk off over a pile of torn hymn books. I spin around twice and wonder if the mirror records my accelerated aging.
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