Who does not fall into my arms, their backs stretched, a demonic

withdrawal of injection pooping burst: pillars shrinking strangely.

He enjoyed dogs, found a hole, an intimate expanse. Feels both in

between come together in a massive sack. Sitting on women before

screaming, hung spiked like a funny face – the nurse under the faucet

sees that specter of the rattlesnake and saws it in two, sucking at each,

her hungry mouth a spoon punching potholes, gumming with

so flaccid a light bunched below on badly reflecting maggots.

A nostalgic drone given permission to prophesy in the bug pleasure ring

using supernatural dreams and unconditional love with the sauce on such

addictive fuss like a slap in the face by the sex machine, pointing

at my favorite chemicals – surfeiting the thingy – I die in a toilet grating

with color, its neck foreshadowing full moon chin at night, fire extinguisher

eater: dull plant sandwiched between a sexuality tailored toward adult

horse to have fun picking at yourself and a lithe root of false bushfire

between her legs, raw warm water of pale matter squeezed in an impudent

sticky air hug... Increasingly, my ass like threatening cheekbones lays an egg.