11.28.2003

television's screamin somethin
about that fuzzy feelin
and I don't know if I'm dealin
with it well

                 I ain't buyin
what you sell

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its - busiest shopping day of the year
I've been bedridden since sunday night
five days writhing in feverish dreamin, staring
out at the   da   loo
          there's no poetry in fever,
i can't   no memory of truth when pain
          dulls my senses, just lingering.
                       unwelcome