Saturday, November 1, 1997

I am the most despicable person in the world.
If self-loathing was an olympic sport, I
would be an horrific amalgamation  of
Jesse Owens and Jim Thorpe
This new acid is the worst nightmare
It burns without leaving a scar
We need the scars
They are badges, tougher than our skin and lies
They protect us from the next time...
"I'll know better"
This new acid seeps in through the
gaps in our memory, the faults in our
logic, the pores in our skin
And there are no symptoms and it
just keeps burning.