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Failure (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones

I have the reverse Midas complex; everything I touch turns to - what, exactly? I don't even know that. The opposite of gold, base metal, rotting excrement, filth of whatever type. I can do nothing right, I turn nuggets of beauty in the mud into convulsions of despair.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 9-Sep-03/4:12 AM
Scraping the crust off with FACT-shaped spoon, these are the news headlines:

MAN WITH REVERSE MIDAS COMPLEX TURNS OWN FACE INTO PILE OF GUTS

RANCID OCTOCARP FOUND SINGING IN DRAWER

EAT MY LEG OFF PLEADS MUTANT BEEF PROBE

Those are the headlines.................. goodnight.




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