They keep telling me I have diabetes but I don’t believe them. Someday I’m going to be found dead, buried in blankets, clutching a Zebra cake like some obscene rosary with a message to an oblivious god.
Excavating the Future
They keep telling me I have diabetes but I don’t believe them. Someday I’m going to be found dead, buried in blankets, clutching a Zebra cake like some obscene rosary with a message to an oblivious god.
Posted in Cog 1 - Writing.
– March 26, 2009
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