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Dead Wife On Space Station Manifested

I think,
I resign.

Instead of escape,
I'll settle for revision.

I think I've taken on airs,
Of optimism amongst other things,
and let myself become like cheese left out.
Once fluid, now solid with a film of crust.

I am in want of a sharp knife.
To cut and to carve.

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monkeyparts
Sep. 28th, 2009 03:24 pm (UTC)
- If Chris can reference Solaris, I can reference Ulysses: "A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk." I should have said.

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