now they're crawling around inside her stomach gumming and foaming and and yeasting and shitting and licking and laying eggs and things in the lining of her ribs and things.
email her. make her feel better. send her your poems about expiring. i did. help her kill the spiders inside her. we can save her.
fine, fine poems.
ReplyDeletei wrote a story about a spider and it reminds me of that last picture.
http://www.thievesjargon.com/workview.php?work=1414
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ReplyDeletextx - not suprised;]
ReplyDeleteana - loves.