Sunday, September 30, 2012

I travel by word of mouth. My word your mouth.
My words in your mouth. My oh my.

I self-plagiarize and I self-fantasize.
I agonize in these rain-bow showered graves you call land.

Hi, my name is Stirling and I'm old and cold. I'm the neighbour's prostitute and I have a tight schedule.
Cities have feelings too, you know.

I self-criticize I self-advertize

But I always want you more

and more
and more
and more
and ...


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