Saturday, January 31, 2015

Curiously Cartoonish Poop

The scare in my head stuck in the gloss of my ass, in accelerating dog years, at a picnic. Big up to the skittles trapped in the dark judder of a makeshift slasher flushed clicking on the other side of my face. Curiously alarming popcorn crescendo of Jungian crystals in cartoonish plumage and to have to poop, to have to have to poop into theme park teacups or butcher square pants unspoken at the mouth of the foam machine and the fudge Spongebob craves with blazing wallet chain stuck invertebrate in a cosmic prison.

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