it's a number that can't exist. density making
the escape velocity greater than the speed
of light, but when i died nobody believed me.
take the missing fliers down, burners, vanilla visas.
masculine wiles just a sitting duck.
let's spawn problems behind closed doors.
so she's aspiring to preen in some monastic
alcove, slot canyons with capricious shadows.
post activation fees yielding laxadaisy,
but i don't do pickups. pickups are someone else's
disembodied moans verbing over and over
constantly in her old saltbox.
picture how much air is in NERF.
the vacancy yields the hurt bogies.
loyal to the soil, people of the path.
what if i just wanted to be wanted?
not leading to blood atonement?
my dead friends are doing long bids
in oceanic calderas.
algal and crepuscular rays rip through
and effectuate pageantry. they keep all the
megamonsters down there, but the princess
there is me - never to reach credibility.
that’s massive, that’s early, that’s a myth.
every housefly of the infernal adversary.
now Gwendolyn, would you care to make
an impact statement before sentencing?
nah? bet.
Infiniti +1