joe_schmoe
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in my work on an anti-spam team, i get to browse through random people's corporate mail from across the world...
most of the stuff i see is either mundane or retarded.
occastionally i see something that makes me go wtf?
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i haven't fucked much with the past, but i've fucked plenty
with the future over the skin of silk are scars from the splin-
ers of stations and walls i've caressed. a stage is like each bolt
of wood, like a log of helen, is my pleasure. i would measure
the success of a night by the way by the amount of
piss and seed i could exude over the columns that nestled the
PA some nights i'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a
skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which
dazzled and flashed. the lights were violet and white i had an
ornamental veil, but i couldn't bear to use it. when my hair
was cropped i craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil,
and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy comanche
lies beneath this netting of the skin. i wake up. i am lying
peacefully. i am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the
sun. i desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. in
heart i am a moslem in heart i am an american. in heart i am
moslem. in heart i'm an american artist and i have no guilt. i
seek pleasure. i seek the nerves under your skin. the narrow
archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. we worship
the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an ex-
quisite whore. he spared the child and spoiled the rod. i have
not sold myself to god.
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 12/12/2007 1:36:11 PM
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