gahdamn thermostat set colder than the other side of the bluetooth tarpaulin.

notice me on my terms:

giving flesh swabs to myriads

and plucking the marshmallows

out of your charms.

subprimally pitching a tent.

a world without end. twerpin about,

shaking beef nigh the food insecure.

acing the power of generosity and honing the guilt of being mugged.

tongue the cruciforms with straight

hypnoclusive cycles of detecting echoing form. so when Heather pisses my bed, drunker n' a beam of moonshine,

(coughing in 5.1) after missing the Chinatown bus,

i'll lie: "twas merely spilt Pellegrino."

Anus'll Cost Ye Dearly

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