Saturday, September 10, 2016

The moment my beer was stolen holographic horrid
terrain opened surrounded by murder pictures up
to your neck snapped by possession never is the sabotage
given hot 30% of Lynch in my real voice shit back or
smoke rock so that scars layered sister does vow
as part of the haze accidentally to toast dick at
end burns thoughts and limes to feed away
anatomically poignant machines with surprising turn 
of wrist drove BDSM to satisfying soup hot drool and
terror I'd taken a tactile spider reminder black,
ok, little sickle, kinky lightning in the fever rip
heat into the dream's crimson and coming snow 
exaggerating Memphis rain like an ogre last night 
death penalty buddy with a view to complete reptile 
which couldn't get into clock. 

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