Day 1
The morning sun slices my eyes like a chilled butter
knife. Another day of burnt coffee and eggs over ugly.
The murmuring calm before the slap of wretched effluent blog
droppings on my bruised body. What cursed madness is this
vapid vain verbal vomit? I can barely bear this cavernous
cacophony of blog squeals day after agonizing day in out
through shut ears deaf eyes... Their wailing message -- "you don't
know me" -- for the best of reasons you shriveled leaf
waiting to drop from literate society branches. The dizzyness, the
blackness, come lead me down that spiral of downless down.
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