butter smooth like silk worms churning - stomach
vomit and comments with much to say about nothing
hills all knotted, cross weaved by the straight jackets sleeves im stomping - in
settle, just settle death starts to rattle through a missing tooth whistle
i beg by blood of thistle - that this'll be just persistence's kiss fools by the fistfull
i blow one back it drifts in a hurricane of pain and bliss so
i seed the growth and watch the remains float to through the pistolets still
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A-double scribble - A 19 th century euphemism for ass
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