Friday, September 13, 2002






pretty. (fake)






perfect encasement,
so well-sculpted,
beautiful lines abound.

nothing is errant,
not even a blemish,
how did you get so clean.

it must be hard work,
to construct your mask,
i wish i had the patience.

i wonder if your head,
is more fucked up then mine,
because you hide it all so well.

i wear my shit on my sleeve,
you shove it in your purse.

but i admit this much,
you sure wear it well,
and i feel like shit,
and i look like hell.









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