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David Staruh

Updated: Thu, 7 Jan 2016 04:57 am

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Writing is like vomiting...It's something inside of you that has to come out...I've never tried, but I don't believe that vomit can be just have to let it splatter.


In a similar fashion to ink blots  Various skull shapes gather 'round  The skeletal mini blind panorama  Various forms of madness play out  Like stale jazz  All under the lamp with the dunce cap  And electric yellow snot  The insects pay homage to this diety of the night  With bizarre kamikaze rituals...  And here I was  Just turning it on and off...  Oh what horrors and discoveries  Await the drinker of blood  In the midnight mass

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