“You cannot commit the crime until you have become the crime itself” — The Buddha

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Crime is bliss. What do you need? Whatever

it is it is gone. The night kissed me, said,

“go and look for it.” But why would horror

want to be reclaimed? You were not misled

when they said life sucks. It does. Like people

who call themselves Buddhists — already they’re

doing it all wrong. I lost my Jekyll

(or was it my Hyde?) my thrill, my nightmare,

all that I could carry in a spare bag

and say, “hands up!” I don’t hate the Buddha,

just his followers. Take what you need. Greed

is god. Don’t feel too bad. If you need swag

you need swag. “Crime is bliss,” is my mantra,

because, apparently, that’s what I need.

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