While the rivers' stitches were coming apart,
and coal was losing its luster to some kind of
hungry fever, the Zulu found the dentist's tooth-broom
interface fun, as he did all other consumer electronics.
Pumpkin chest hair was the best at signaling a daily life
of hysteria phonetically. Rust generated mermaid temperatures.
They both used orange gristle.
In prehistoric unitards, we go to robots' funerals –
only the gnome priest is allowed to sport his mink coat.
We mourners are afforded a glimpse into a stereoscope:
we see automaton hearts beating in a mesh,
diseased-looking like a toad's death-roar, straining against a 3D
rash. Skin heated up in a noose. Algae
self-atomizing and thereby melting the glass
of the abandoned vending machines they choose
to fornicate in.
Out of how many bars has the now-teenaged Bart Simpson
been kicked because of his inappropriate leggings?
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