by Otto DeFe
August 5, 2009
My tribe was too indolent for the foxholes, Too wasted to shoot from trenches… We were expelled from the service, For dancing and sleeping In all the wrong places. If the infantry won’t have my body, Surely the fringe gods wouldn’t even blow their noses upon my soul, Much less waste their lavish tortures… No [...]
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by Otto DeFe
August 5, 2009
Who will we offer up now? Who would walk the quadrillionth for us? Zeus: dead. Huey P.: dead. Christ: dead, as well… i rebuke the sinner who mourns his sins, what a burning shame… also detestable are the saints, who suffer boorishly, leaking their teeth, viscera, and snot… it’s much like true love… soft new [...]
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