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It's a Lonely Millennium Tonight A g(lance); out a scared, discouraged window, to rain-slicked pavement cracked like the gravestone of that crazy old man who lived down the street all alone; impales what might have been that ugly red plaid hat you always wear if these were better times. But God's running for president, and these are the days when your touch is the shadow of my empty glass at the bar, the blood running up the splintered temple of a nameless teenage girl (me? you?) crushed in the cold steel embrace of a two ton Chevrolet, and the breath of some overweight slob on my neck one step behind in

It\'s a tragedy when Neptune drowns in sympathetic, apathetic mutterings of long-dried tears not yet cried; immunized with platonic chronic memories to suck away the lust. Sacrifice the sun! And Venus boils blood to dust; tasting of alizarin carmine, wine spiked with arsine, a secondhand heart left to rust. It was just for fun! It's a tragedy when Hades, wearing sorrow like a glove and force-fed words of love, in the fusion of his sweet delusions sees: strangled lace and smothered satin, and the blind, deaf, dumb (wo) of (Man)hatten. What's done is done! And Hera crushes dreams. Prophesizing absolution scream