Thursday, August 1, 2019


In the 90's, hiring a Dutch hooligan to paste contents of memories black as cooking adrift on Starbucks reflective material became an instrument of family neurosis with shouts out to bug mother breastfeeding analysis: reading it with a bar code reader helps nice sculptural sticking of two-faced fictional body parts like a bird caught falsely phosphorous on my knee, a Texas of no cows and unknown spigot-whereabouts, a realistic thriving body-eyed with pant leg 'massaged' doodled strictly while tits beauty separation fever of the most important thing to me pole dancing wood pointed in Woolworths means that the alien-onion flashes travel in the form of scary poo on bicycles yet preserved as part of 18-centimeter blossom in a tomb – before it happens, a soup of clown-boss ass-emissions setting crust of ex-wife's dozens of orange knuckles up for a dull rash, gets me down on my veteran hands like a crab to goggle from a dumpster just to mitigate nothing.... When spilled brains crowned by John Wick like the exact cockroach individual hips grinding in 'burrowed' frottage stem from 18-degree fern branded both sides fucking up my tires smoothly and OMG also undergo furious mutilation over on fire that slaps at man's insect ulcer sometimes gouged from the same stain it caused by resting on the piano, isn't it the preacher who strays into 1000 pounds of sludge through a hole of natural kitsch carved into monkey heaven, a place of nightmares, in a drastically vapid escape: yes, yet again, eradication through flu shot reopens personal deaththropomorphism pulling apart cusp of swarm plunged into freezer's inflammatory voting machine grip. Again, ah, piss on territory of robotic vacuum cleaner coincides with its frigid oil's throb matched by HIV viral as a spiral awash with fog-figures again – and to reimagine Bruce Lee's big thumbs chasing after relaxation in death, still, it's not by the non-creepy prodding of a sentient voodoo doll's dirty old cherry that that which the mutated hunk kept weeping into her mouth poured out again.

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