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once there's life

there is death.

things can only
get worse.
my mother
always said
this family
is cursed.

[August 17 2008]

"I live, but I have no life. It's cold. My feet. No blanket. No hope. Bag-of-bones. Right hand tingles. Is it the life departing? I hope. But there is no hope."
I smell like stale piss. It's the scent of death, the abscence of God and soap, the decaying remnant of truth and hope, in the gutter of the unforsaken and the sewer of hell, where no prayers are answered. I die. I hunger. I am cold. See, I've given you a quote. So give me a coat. Give me two.

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