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A Preface Before You Read These "Poems"
Read this with spit and gravel in your eyes-

it helps the fascination.

They're pulled from gasping wounds and the

cuts you find on ridiculous youth.

Neutered. My poems here are all neutered,

fancy them, humping in the street.

I see his stuff as gluttony, as sloth,

adultery,vile mounds of sweating bestiality.

I am self-loathing,

love them if you wish

like children, or better yet,

dying puppies.