Men Who Steal From Men. Ugly keeps a nose and a tongue. It gave my father his father’s face. It gave my father his father’s second-hand hate. Some only repeat writing on their cheek from their father’s ring. My father kept the words, and gave me silence. It took the spine from my back and built a table. I cooked with men like me, we ground teeth into soup. We got taxed for sidewalks to stare at, for cops to count the steps. Ugly didn’t give us the needle, but ugly watched us pushed it in.

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Excerpt: Your Life Is A Practical Joke On Me was recording before during and after an anxiety attack. My face looks like a scum fuck sewer even when I shave. I cough all the time, and I’m not the one who smokes here. I imagine myself at the office to sell my plasma, getting turned away while the other freaks stare at my back. Gauging me for loose change and cigarettes. Earthquakes in their spine making San Diego nervous. It gets late. Friends are here, but there’s a movie in between us in case we start to talk. There’s an internet forum in…

Pigeon Religion @ Chain Drive The bar was a death trap with barbie’s holding dildos in yellow light. Men in dark sitting on chain benches, bullet holes as glory holes.

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