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After James Cameron's The Terminator, 1984.

stroll'd the marrow contraflow.
dystopic pyramid of skulls.
burr vague landscape.

decayed lavish spread.

artless our march,

flimsy our stronghold.
i split apart and stomached

antiquity for us.

 

i'm sorry miss Connor,

i am for real.
this isn't fabulism.
childishly piling it on.

demanding.
shittily camoed.

my crush wretchedness.

 

what cash?

what sidewalks?

what the blood, clot?

 

nothing clean, right?

snuffing bio-cuzzis.

functions slain.

detangling fates,
that's all he does.

 

trash savior endeavors.

hock the Vandals. hunterkillers.
wasted rozzers' escapades.
nibble tiddyballs adjacent to the Spartan Burger.

 

jurying brightness

clamped my gullet.
pulse-gak'd in warm cunt,

conceived my totem most highest.
Tecate piñata swathe the Renegade.

Gargoyles 85s

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