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| tonya |
with margarine sculpted in our hair like voodoo dolls, we danced ike electric eels through your left nostril and around the other side of the forest where the tangerines have been known to eat the luckless missionaries that wander too close to the lunchbox_of_gravitational_mustard that my cat dragged out of a preconceived hatchback during a year that ended in "h" fuck you, drive through. |
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| "The" Man | Funktastic, y'all. | 070710 |
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| paste! | the building was closed, once, for 42 seconds, so they could claim the pitter patter hog lozenges carved of aquamarine. then they could put them in boxes, one at a time, and fish for methadone. gravity broke their terrace while the dew tried to pick it up. coupons? nay. only cholesterol and corduroy hats will lift us up where we belong. where the eagles fly, on somebody's taint. | 071227 |