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6/30/04

I need a drink
Red wine will do
For the dying and those who know god
I know man, Oh my man
Document
Time. Bugs. Rats

Theories are what we argue for
You believe what you believe
And I know
Blood. Sweat. Dirt. Worms
My friend asked me to ease the pain
Without words but eyes
Like an opossum stare, haunting

Compassion! If only I had a bit
Who the fuck are you to speak of this?
Although I rage I must forgive
Although I’m strange I want to live
And you – know everything
And you – always right
And you – perfect
My rage seeps through skin like dew
On a summer morning dawn
It stinks!
I promise like the piss soaked
dreams of the legless and the obscure
The piss soaked eternity
All in all we are idiot children
Crippled by balls and pride and nothing
The forlorn victory screams for release
But from dust that used to be chains
Dust and ash that used to be brains!

7/1/04

Zed’s dead.

7/2/04

Walking through the door I am completely
And entirely alone for now and forever
Until we meet again we meet again
You are my friend – A friend like time
Never resting friend knowing no pause
Rats Bugs Dirt Sweat Blood Fear Death
No matter what we do who we are
Where we go and what we taste
All we feel even what we want
By the end it’s all for not the grace
The grandeur of sorrow and of nothing
‘Til we become the dirt and relish in that
Of what was really meant to be

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