cut
evaporation
around
trousers
if the
ground
would
crack
the
perfume
inferno
ill-edged
normal
spawn
in the
photo
booth
pocked,
greasy
interference
of the
death
ray
technically
this
genie
is
self-sustaining,
aloof
spud
du jour,
not
accessible
while
buffering
like
smudged
lightning
vertebrae
swinging
in
time
to
corpse
on
monkey bars
UFO
tears on strings;
my jar
parked
adjacent
to my
cum,
once a
boarded
up
fire hydrant
in
Jurassic Park,
now an
unchained
cripple,
loud
Chernobyl
created
ESP to
smuggle
bones
crooked,
pruny,
and then
theatrically
feathered
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