Makes my skin like lush television –

in space configured to flop blog

and hunt down naked human –

I recalled the vigilante death math –

a splinter exploding to escape a

pair of sharp asses – the redneck

ambrosia might be back in pocket-

size donut – Which is only

the visible, non-scary – No, no

magical taint: (The Thing's wounds

tinged a menagerie of evil doll ivory

definitely closing the door accordion-

style on Twin Peaks) – exquisite chewing

letterbox stache alive around severed

hand – I'm in hell – when I'm in agony –

associated with idiot plane as lather

hits tower's built-in twin Linux – meaning

more sex – An impostor's hollow KFC

in dream focus – to believe in its happier

grass yeah – (Family as extension of Disease)

– fear of the pointed, duke nukem umbrella

paradox lighting up Samsung Galaxy S8 –

– doesn't feel nice in your hands –

the cloud sewage falls out of

(sorrow's moving stone – a bit like

a dog's claws).