Thursday, September 10, 2009

Fifteen Bullet Holes

Liturgy from New York. Cave Bear from Clevelnd. Dagmar from where Dagmars come from.

So maybe you're a revolutionary. You're strapped with your bandolier, you've got ammunition. You've taken fifteen shots and that was that. You fell, you lost, your body gave up even though you didn't. You decayed and your flesh left you. But, you've got one gold tooth. Maybe that's all it takes to hang on and hold fast. The struggle continues.

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