Saturday, December 17, 2011

Chamber 3

I am walking down this street at night. The houses on either side of this street are nightmare warrens. Screaming of the poor, walloping sexual strides broken by money. I hear everything. I can hear the rats scuttling in the walls of these choleric dwellings. The child hiding in the iron bathtub. I hear everything. I am a homosexual.

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