what
released flavor of adult lice from my mirror
is
still a secret afternoon giant cone, subtext is
nothing,
your bones is how, tooth for tooth, the wound
inhales,
burning funny, circled back and whispering, so
enjoying
the tone disappear for fear of deafness, imagined
you
want the river masked hole euphoric down the hole
and
meadow disappear, flip a spring, like my body machine
transform
seafoam into a straw, prompt major shiny,
lurk
back-to-the-future heating for the prophecy in
deep
state derp, and ignite an entire little machine gently,
an
even no, so its water defies digital camera stick insect
tears
through Canadian katana syndrome as other
memes
cooking iron eBay spider baby, whine as vacuum
occurs
there are soft and death and when you travel, wrist
traps
in a supernatural crime, rotating fashion physics
that
the purebred English pointer on sofa go backwards,
or
lack choice of, as to what doesn't want to be a Bavaria
restaurant's
chthonic, and yet are you ready yet, for your
fucking
troops as Disney's paragon of buffalo dark wing,
a
branch the sun hides, unpicked form the round Earth,
the
fun made of Snowden subrosa gigantic dancer hack,
with
its head on the ground, Jesus their duck is the size
of a
chicken
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