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Suddenly succumbing to the numbness of a hundred fire flies shuffling under my umbrella skin, inflated fellowship
Tired eyes strafe the censorship and sink into explicit, intake of tankard tenfold daily get livid digit.
Live in a haze of hiccups that faze the pick up game with a range of wet cuts weighed from a wrecks shove
shaking up shit in a rage that wakes the slunked, to sate a hate and love relationship, sunk in a sea
of sewage pumping subtly, loose in an upturn leaf, spitting poop from crusty teeth, tongue flickering,
split with a needle that needs lil'. kneed a little skin, pur, put out your fire with a fish, pur, puss found
drying on the side of a ditch, dish out cold silence with a warm napkin of calmly inviting, smile enticing
a pisces out its shell to shine it, etch a sketch a skyline, ill climb it. wind around horizon and find
you at the first step.
Miles from the murk set sifting in dingy summer sun lulled a siren, shifting in umbra, whimsical stunner
struck simply and cunning, conniving spectral specialized in leeching lesser spectra from any
high horsed elevant mind force, affectionate enough to brush the pile cones collide with true progression,
spark a flame that flickers fine despite the drop in temperature when sexy lady flops a fish, forever
love the loss of blood that pumps the piston propagating self run systems linked in cell phones.
through glass, thick enough to ooze cracks, slip a buck or nude stack, pick me up at noon, high,
drop me off at moonside, one day'll mutate chimps to siphon milk under lunar turf with tongue blades
to perforate the swiss surface, dig with serpent fingers that fumble cigarettes but grip a gurney,
funeral flavored jerky dinners, tip attorney topsey-turvey and spin the bottled burn
with rotting cheeks through sharpened teeth as the tonsils bleed a burgundy spotted black that blocks the sting
of singing fire water, while your friends fidget in violent stasis, stagnant, crossing the tangent
ramped on pile cone propped up to fan out the fire line vagrants, siren chants ain't enough when
your file codes rampant with virus prone programs to silence dope stanzas.