glad to see you again continental lips who blew perfect circles
who wore a kooky hat who was undefeated in quiz shows
I heard about it on the recliner I couldn’t get up I was so numb with the thought of you
silk jacket homeless cat/hockey player who had sex crickets outside her window scuffing at the panes, their own little hockey sticks a tape worm with a club foot, they tried to emulate you it was how they thought they’d get in via the cracks
they shimmied in snake oil to lubricate their bodies they used no engines it made too much of a noise, we entered with our faces cut off flip off the wall if someone caught us we’d downplay the event
lip blobs, completely ignores the sounds in her walls so amorphous and smelling like the soul of a young grass blade will only test new yogurt products will only perk up her ears to the song of new rockets tested outside in the yard now without body, now sleeping only under thin sheets that don’t touch the skin you don’t have a skin your real body is in drawers legs in one compartment arms in another head a porcelain doll’s perfect lewd ring-blowing mouth around the moon
in the kerfluffle outside on the lawn the homeless man lost his love letter
I developed a gratuitous amount of layers did a hokey poky flip off of his back in the end it was down to me and him you shouted cerebral failure down out from the window, how sad, how longing, and when we responded there was a buzz as of from our favorite quiz show
geography slut
who wore a kooky hat who was undefeated in quiz shows
I heard about it on the recliner I couldn’t get up I was so numb with the thought of you
silk jacket homeless cat/hockey player who had sex crickets outside her window scuffing at the panes, their own little hockey sticks a tape worm with a club foot, they tried to emulate you it was how they thought they’d get in via the cracks
they shimmied in snake oil to lubricate their bodies they used no engines it made too much of a noise, we entered with our faces cut off flip off the wall if someone caught us we’d downplay the event
lip blobs, completely ignores the sounds in her walls so amorphous and smelling like the soul of a young grass blade will only test new yogurt products will only perk up her ears to the song of new rockets tested outside in the yard now without body, now sleeping only under thin sheets that don’t touch the skin you don’t have a skin your real body is in drawers legs in one compartment arms in another head a porcelain doll’s perfect lewd ring-blowing mouth around the moon
in the kerfluffle outside on the lawn the homeless man lost his love letter
I developed a gratuitous amount of layers did a hokey poky flip off of his back in the end it was down to me and him you shouted cerebral failure down out from the window, how sad, how longing, and when we responded there was a buzz as of from our favorite quiz show
geography slut
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