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a setscrew lifts itself from the junky
a pothead finds undead in the woodshed
every reverie is built for you
a stolen cue battu can construe
my stereo is blarin' yo for a canary high on chokeberry
the mushroom bends the walls like deflated basketballs
transdiciplinary valetudinary and counterrevolutionary
hackberry, juneberry, nondairy
"we're all stars now, in the dope show"
a maxillary mercenary finds nirvana in tijuana
a middleman gets high on marijuana
the twisted fires of juliann find ways to penetrate superman
my canker sore is you, my friend
dryland is askew, my blended hymen
"black hole sun, won't you come?...and wash away the rain..."
my degenerative sesquicentennial leads to only a few thoughts:
HEAVEN THINKS THAT NOBODY FEELS LIKE YOU ANYMORE
HELL THINKS THAT EVERYONE FEELS LIKE YOU TODAY
EARTH FEELS LIKE YOU
milk takes it
my negativity is my permissivity and my permissivity leads to exhaustivity
the only activity
SHE WAS MERE PERFECTIVITY
mechanizable, vaporizable, uncompromisable
SUCH A CARE TO THIS?
"won't you come?"
a shot glass for your fat ass in a winter storm in june
a gun for some nuns and paper for your beer shits
"detachable penis"
when i classify, i deify, the inseam, i wanted a double-team
to take me over in the city
and make you feel so shitty
and maybe you would know, it's over, the battle of Bastille,
and i told you i'd feel
like a fucked up cogwheel in Guayaquil
so this theme is abeam and my life is obscene and my knife is so clean
and my bloodstream is leaking my self-esteem and i crash into crashing into crashing into
and i crash again
and i spin out because you're a sellout don't wig out it's just a drought it'll pick up one day
no it won't
move away
i'll remember that disposition
and you'll remember
artificial me, riding to the other galaxy
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