Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Roaches

I can't read, because I don't know.

I'm not that good at worrying about women.

Naked without myself I am cruel.

Ignorance is making me fail.

I am ignorant of why I am a clam.

This is because I am running from my charges.

Running toward them, I am:

Open to loss.

My mother is my answer to the rain.

I have to let go of her as King.

Bruce Murray was an arrogant pig.

I am a lousy joke.

Ask yourself what is beauty?

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