Tuesday, 19 February 2008

replaced



replaced

Does it hurt to be replaced with a seven-inch piece of rubber?

Does it hurt to replace someone with a seven-inch piece of rubber?

The slow abstraction of the absent other into pornographic fragments

Shattered into tits and a cunt your face struck out

It's all motor reflexes and junk information

Both coming to a point

He thinks he's the zenith and she the nadir

Closer to death in a heavy breath laced with fear


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