23 Aug

i sent her an angel packed tightly into a box
i commandeered its wings
clipped them and made soup from them
and then i stuffed him into the package
and sent it standard ground for four dollars and sixty-five cents

i do not know if she ever received it
i hooked up with a Turk who fed me black hash
and became addicted
later i died from boredom and plague
inside a small room inside a large abandoned building
on the outskirts of government land
in Maryland


4 Responses to “”

  1. vibes01 23/08/2010 at 8:02 AM #

    demise is punishment for maiming an angel…..tut tut, you gonna burn, foo

  2. JAC 23/08/2010 at 9:17 AM #

    Gotta say, I didn’t see Maryland coming.

  3. Lx 23/08/2010 at 9:25 AM #

    I never see too much of anything coming in these kinds of pieces. In fact, I cannot tell you WHAT this is. Probably garbage. But that has its uses, as well. It creates jobs, for starters.

  4. ~otto~ 27/08/2010 at 9:12 PM #

    Angel Wing Soup is deelish and Maryland is for death.

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