Sunday, May 6, 2007

This is what we know about Slurpees.

Warm enough to be cold,
with accommodations to a heart...
which no longer works.

Your retractable arteries,
coil like snakes...
while I succumb to your venomous injections.

Self-portraits and desireless actions,
make temporary statements...
attractive and permanent.

Unravel your insecurities
...and infect me with your disease.

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