I SHOULD REALLY STOP USING THIS FUCKING COCAINE BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE IS SMASHING NEURONS IN MY HEAD WITH A PICKAXE GIVING ME THAT CHEWED-ON-ASPIRIN TASTE IN MY THROAT YET GOING BACK TO BOOZE IS NOT POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF THE PAIN I GET IN MY KIDDERS

 

Those Fucks tricked me!

They said this was

the dust

of Talaria’s Winged Foot.

                                                                             

Now

I’m sober spastic paranoid (sic)

I have a nosebleed

and cannot sleep.

 

I am sure tomorrow

I will be scouring the folds of paper

for Talaria’s gift again.

Matthew Hall was educated, though he holds his education in contempt. He has no career, no real home, and very little loyalty. Just recently his girlfriend threw a copy of The Complete Letter of Vincent Van Gogh, Vol. 1 at his head, smashing his front window. It is assumed the eviction notice is coming soon. He is published in English and Spanish in North and South America.

Dance to Death, Issue IV

©2008 Sorrowland Press and all respective artists within.

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