Wednesday, January 27, 2016

I bid on strange things on eBay.

Jammed boomerang aura of sperm's teeth pulled out,
in the waning Lego of its charged, aggravated quit
Instagram brought him to virile epiphany.... Frod. Rod.
Fron. Fond. Frond. Aaggghggh.... Why don't you just leave
me alone!! By God I'm not playing games.... delicately remote
ruts.... receding Freudian sunbursts.... melting, dissolving,
girls.... feels very flimsy.... can't stop collapsing from
something placed on them.... ice-cream in particular:
soft American teeth.... can turn on a sixpence.... that sort
of thing??

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