rec room home | total fiasco

exquisite corpse jan 04 2006

blue has become my favorite
i have stopped romanticizing the life of coal miners
a dirty text message
i died today. or was it yesterday?
i’m too tired to exist right now
the alcohol almost choked me
could make the fire burn low, and start a game
[drawing of a stick figure eating either trash or boiling liquid, a pot on a stove, a sign with the numbers 2 – 0]
i always taste my creations
enjoying the way they feel on my tongue
and the way mushrooms feel against fingers,
but it was more like some sort of geometric anomaly that felt like a slap in the face.
feces.

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