An
onboard throat controls the Muppets.
Alien
jungles sewn together behind sharp little teeth
with
electronic cigarette butts fluff up every jet of fake breath.
Your browser jerk-scrolls its darker side's dick.
Urban
wrestling frayed my exo-dinosaur into its component algae.
The
mass of the fast-food thrown at the toilet
corresponds
to the mass of 3-D printed Zen.
REM
cake-flies jazz up the town's sleep paralysis.
Surgical
bloodstains pack a giant GIF
but
aesthetically suffer from the occult glare.
What
was merely thought to be Cinderella crying in a dumpster
turned
out actually to be the Third Reich forging apps
from
exploded urine in a jar. I now have an app for
a
void shaped like the Exorcist's reflective horse.
Woolly
needs perpetuate Bitcoins on chaotic pimp paper.
The
space photos astronomers like to show us are cries for help.
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