Friday, November 26, 2010

FAUX GUN

Landmine magic. Protesting by faking a limp. Satiated dead hooker hogs the fishing spot. Being an entrepreneur will totally change his smell. Inimitable Doritos, the galaxy’s tiny furniture. Substance abuse is a home in oil cans. Jumping suddenly out of my own digestive system. The space inside the stencil of me. Driven into an E.coli frenzy. Meltdown’s monster pill. It was like a ride. Keeping conflict within the cherry flavor of the galaxy. The old man’s incredible secret illicit deeply hidden oeuvre of sea turtles. A prank gone deadly fantastically awry. I limit my intrigue to shopping guides. I love rusty garden tools. 

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