Saturday, November 12, 2011


The warm toilet seat morphology,
Super Mario's bumprint at its most distilled.
Not the grossest thing to ever follow
the princess into a bathroom.

Lab-grown malevolence – whether merely in
the form of this peculiar haunting, or variously manifesting
as personalized Hefner bathrobes plucked from graves,
very Hobo DIY – never sleeps.
And the Eureka Moment: toadstool piss emptied
into Xbox demon bucket.

Wavered a sec when said toadstool snapped underfoot.
Removed the berserk neurotoxin from the
gentle powder and rolled it into a
pale statue – voodoo nutrients rendered quite upskirt dog toy. 

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