| the annihilation of fathers or shit scared to answer the phone oh shit omigod his blanketed eyes scrabbling for images on the board making still-lifes from feeder-cups and piss-bottles bleeding bleeding on rubber sheets tugging away at his white harness so hard to keep clean she says a glitch in the body minced gut disclosing itself seems "the worst will soon be over soon with eyes covered & bound feet" hurry to bread the wound grub for the worms & that's a revelation a clumpish "error" the stuffed skin of a man like nothing so much as the wurst of memory "won't be long before you're stuffing me in there"
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