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ocd (Free verse) by FreeFormFixation i poke and prick
the pus from it
but this shit never dies.
it swells and flakes
and spreads and makes
my whole face twist and cringe.
i stand and shake
and spin and break
the door off of its hinge.
then choke and spit
and fall and sit
on the dirty floor with flies.
Up the ladder:
religion
Down the ladder:
Ode to the Irish Pub
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Posted: October 4, 2003 4:12 AM PDT; Last modified: October 4, 2003 4:12 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2241178 Overall Rank: 4283 Comments:
The best cure for it is good food, more sleep, lots of water, and whatever you do DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHT IN THE BATHROOM! ah fuck it I'm spun as a hamster in rat cage and I got a lovely pimple on the side of my jaw curently that will require a mud application for certain, but one is always btter than scratching and picking and making two.
I have a lifetime supply of Acutene.
but its funny to watch you write with that drippy mud mask. ;)
I think this is more serious than acne.
hahaha, i see it now. funny but i guess the acne reference is pretty obvious, though not intentional. metaphors, medicalphors, my downfall.
Well, you managed to gross me out.
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dead flies are an interesting cure you have imagined up though
is it working yet?