if walls could talk
with tongue sticking out of no ceiling
–
Jurassic wang hanging out of cirrus
clouds –
I'd aim the air-hose at my goggles
while taking a shit –
as charred unconsciousness in 3D
blubber
fakes paranoia
I lick kryptonite in twists of tea blog
limbo-impregnated, disney-blizzarded
in line with the torturing of dragon
nipple with the distorted Alps of stars
danger candy as
Bilderburg motto-projector
fallen into a Smallville couch clamp
as unknown ham products fuck me –
helmet quivering in Dante's Inferno,
shattered from ape madness – awful
dildos
torment, suicide magic hollows
out the dark
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