Black-Listed Magazine
Going Dutch by Catfish McDaris
Her loved waned,
like snow on a
warm winter day
I didn't know
what to do,
so I went to
a whorehouse
A young woman
led me to her room
She removed her
clothes & I started
crying, she took a
knife & cut off my ear
I felt a sudden urge
to paint sunflowers.
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Paraphernalia Quarterly
November 11, 2010 at 6:33 PM
fuckin' rad...
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Hologram
November 12, 2010 at 6:35 PM
...and I sit here in a dark room thinking of stars. I loved this.
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fuckin' rad...
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