Farewell September

All we hear trickling trickling through the slipstream are the hyperbolic echoes of charlatan sorry aped from bloating bodies and bored movie stars as a once great city becomes a massive and rotting canker sore on the best cunt on the planet - and all the Valtrex the government shoves into its wound isn't going to keep the media from picking at it to keep the thick pus flowing.

Many things are many things and many of them sway sweet to horrid and back again, but this poor, poor month - already suffering from the AIDS it caught on 9/11/01 and is still killing it off one soldier at a time -- has contracted itself yet another mark of decay, another malignant melanoma on its history, that will inevitably push any of us that are left to survive its entropy into declaring its dismissal, its denial, its abduction and rape and murder, before we then carve it up and fill a nondescript box with its rotten parts, seal it closed, spit on the wood, and shove it far in the back of a closet on the 13th floor of the continuum.

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