The human body is a marvel of decay
We rise each day, shedding ourselves away
As we sit upon the toilet
shitting out the previous meals
pieces of ourselves are being removed
Little hairs that leave with the feces
Sweat
DNA
We erase ourselves, one lump at a time
The irony is often lost in the grunting
The strains a tell-tale song of our erasure














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"Fred Durst can surf a piece of plywood up my ass". - Trent Reznor
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"Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit."
e.e. cummings
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