"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space

To Exalt Myself Righteous

…amidst encroaching flash fires, consuming
Condemned, beyond one window falls rain
I’ll never taste
With a palate for selective venom
Or a noose well on it’s way
I’ll welcome the thunder
And the hammer at my door
As flash floods breaching forest droves
Wash this way the starved consumer
Now fragmented from the sluice
To lie it’s find astride my home.

-2002

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