Okay, okay, okay
so- there is no such thing as
“pure”
experience.
The passing swarthy lustful urge seems so vivid,
the induced frustration so complete,
but
we’re all just robots on drugs,
hopped up on
temper, mood and sexdrive.
Hopeless junkies,
with rehab only
a lobotomy
away.
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Tuesday, November 2, 1999
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