Saturday, February 21, 2009
Que Sera, Sera.
EIGHT.
what the fuck have we ever acheived that makes
us feel like we can chop cunts up into little peices.
Eat em up, have sex with them as they slide down our necks.
We are the Omega hecklers. The original Hecklers.
God only knows how bored of our selfs we are.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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