Friday, May 20, 2005

Spiders on my leg, on the train. People scum coats the seats. An eye on your shoulder. Discomfort. Steel on steel. Flickering tube lights. An anal invention. The hard way to hear an overpriced body bag. California is next. Violators will be arrested.
The light breaks. We're shot from the tunnel.
Puncture in the bath house. People reproduce. This is Chicago.
"I gotta get off this train. I'm sleepy."
"Better now than next week."

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Coming up, by request: The Parking Space Fetish, Dust Bunny Love, The Inpenitrable Television glare, a starving Nigerian woman and the pope.
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