Sunday, September 8, 2019


killed himself with thorn teetering atop fragile grime
can't stop fusions of a cooked ear the roots of which opioid
centrally in uncool technology is one of my origins:
how precious, to be able to get used to stranger so quickly
i don't think in a kiss of predawn spires using saxophone on himself
for ballistic detox through friendly sales easily blown away
are you held functioning but for first time's anal surge
in you and the bride – and dangerous – bloom candy example
of all night long mental advancing insect mostly-worry
in her lap, getting any? Black whore entropic on my side
coming to my rescue augmented as online possessions
per capita in the natural order of deepfake Era 19,
about 6 person? Yeah, well appointed and with only three grasps,
a world blended ceasing livid digital cow-eating that stick
from straining abstract overwhelmingly at the beginning
since ingrown Hercules relies upon meeting fat corrosion
thrashing in the remained body which he's doing to red shoes
through safer wiping but typically lacking any sense of electric fray
twitching bloody indulgence pale as breaking extract more
phantoms stepping up at elevated ripping skip meat brains
at low toothbrush fuzzy like no beauty ceilings abnormally
switched up for routing dollars stumbling where they consumed,
reveal this mystery  sarcasm in blue blood extending substitute
pink dummy and a routine negative dithering gruesomely
round ass exhausting water dreams golf resort expression
of escapism maintaining e-scooter burns by hero hose religiously
paranoid – our sunken shooter pistons drowned in youtube
scaremongering bedazzled by bottle, you take notice of robot that
harbor forgotten hoodie epileptic while the FBI will be faster through
killer boring obnoxious Reebok boogie shirt cock neurologist
groundhog champagne atmosphere in a cage, on roads, what
a nasty surprise macho snapchat dumping war crimes
rugby psyop human bodies of pole dancers with minimal
lean when railing up mkultra roasted scales fugged
troff off of the arch he had grabbed in mean re-discovering of
bully orgasm acme pinnacle feeding bittersweet alchemy
blind outside the context of such church merch, mourns mother's
semen curse aches over rocks hiding the infernal fine black dots
in the curious spirit of goat whirring hot girl hydrogen
song contour on our doorstep no one's offering

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