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When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the...– Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
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By Gabe Moses Forget the images you’ve learned to attach To words like cock and clit, Chest and breasts. Break those words open Like a paramedic cracking ribs To pump blood through a failing heart. Push your hands inside. Get them messy. Scratch new definitions on the bones. Get rid of the old words altogether. Make up new words. Call it a click or a ditto. Call it the sound he makes When you...
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