Wednesday, April 21, 2010

this is a love song

This is a love song

Birth of birth, my convincer of number thirteen is wearing a hair shirt;
Long proportions, a parcel mostly made up of figs and stuffed
around the edges with the funnies, sos not to break it
and also because your mother thinks you’d think its funny.
The doctor at home with his cats & you’re fucking shit up everywhere!
Birth of Venus, birth of ginger, and ok that was the last slide.
You cannot turn back. Stand up and hold a piece of paper.
Lose the paper. Walk out. This is the story of three friends
And Billy the goat killer, who once killed a goat, so he says,
it all happened so quickly.
This is a love song: the three friends were named Sydney, Syd, and Nancy.
He was talking about contrast. They were killed in the kitchen.

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