Throughout,
the national park of Hell's coral reefs
under-appreciated as hell.
Austin Powers mad
as Alex Jones - some of his words fux with his
flock,
mine my blood and narrate my blog a week from the
bong
attack's cataclysmic echo salving, in a beam of
mystical Moebius, ill
lovers who through microwaves
in reclusive machismo sought to farm
feelings the
purest of vaudeville robot's transcendental welp over
long distances shifts to the impossible; a phenomenon
dewy out of
context; a disguise numbed to restore
broken outskirts in bacon
self-care in dread of outta control
setting sun ….Out of the worst
things you could traffic
in, newspaper whopping fireplace portals in
enormous
shitty tic's explosion in scent of breeze tunneling
bloodthirsty in PC gaming throughout...
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