Outside my pastures of gray, the sacred cow of war was being milked dry by hairless cowboys of my generation who never got laid or high. Done milking, they cloaked the old bovine with banners, banged & splayed her, spread her legs & birthed a hundred thousand devil dogs marching to the udder beat of a little black book, deployed simply to suck out the marrow of the ancient bone-tribes. It’s how the white man rolls.
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i thought i saw dick cheney chasing a bus in minneapolis
I thought I saw Dick Cheney chasing a bus in Minneapolis. He looked just like himself & was wearing baggy new Levi’s with one of those chain things hooked to a belt loop & then to his wallet & God I’d never wear such a gizmo as this old bastard who was huffing & puffing through traffic unaware his head was nearly bald & his ponytail was constructed of neck hair. I wanted to sneak up & ask if he were fatally worn out from fucking his beloved country, ask if he had enjoyed playing the player, but he jumped on the bus & was gone, gone, gone.
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