Monday, August 13, 2012

ROBIN WILLIAMS STARING INTO OTHER PEOPLE'S WINDOWS

Clown tenderness plays its hives in two.
Around the dizziness, enough vents contract.
Ice cream's live, coarse fabric, behind which
hunches a tired radiator. A parallel universe
is a plethora of glitter huffed. A traveler
may get there by scalping a prawn faded.
Only to find that hoarding is purgation.
Before the oatmeal rolls outside from
a gloomy Nerf ball spending this Christmas
compacted. As shocking as straw found in
the T-1000. Perhaps, especially after this latter
disappointment, you wouldn't want X-ray eyes anymore.

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