Say shit, say death, say fuck the father,
Satan says, down my ear.
The pain of the locked past buzzes
in the childís box on her bureau, under
the terrible round pond eye
etched around roses, where
self-loathing gazed at sorrow.- sharon olds, excerpt from satan says
THIS IS my }i{ EX }i{ beST FRIEND/BOYFRIEn/d LOVER DILLÓN, he will be MISSED. i remember this night he and i smoked 2 (TWO) blunts and wrapped my room in plastic wrap HEHE i miss our timez together, where r u dillÓn? well someday soon, xoxo thumper (remember) walking in my hand
GREETINGS FROM BITCHFEST
XOXO THUMPER