I'm So Sorry! All Of The Rooms Have Already Been Taken! I'm So Sorry To Mislead You, I Promise That Was Not MY INTENTION! I Promise You I Promise You It's Not MY Fault! They Never Told Me To Take It Down!










































































































































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my body is pallid and sickly
my limbs are flaccid and useless
my veins churn with tar and kerosene
my figure is contorted and repulsive
my room has four walls and one window
shadows play across the ceiling
images of images of images
all is sensible; illusions cast on walls
my body is covered by networks of holes
from which tubes run in and out
they tangle and net and suffocate
they feed and comfort and love
my emotions are fed to me
the tubes pump and throb
bliss runs through oily plastic
i am informed and i am feeling
and i am blind and i am dull

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