"The white fathers told us, "I think, therefore, I am" and the black mother within each of us – the poet – whispers in our dreams, I feel, therefore I can be free."- Audre Lorde

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

fist


S-o-m-e-t-i-m-e-s,
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when i walk past a bird, i secretly fantasize about punching it in the face.

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snail coitus makes me smile