poop message
linksys
some text that cannot be said out loud
lozenge
Guacamole
itchy... mold... fingers... scritchy
hot...sweaty...fishy...asian
canal street after rain in July
tongue sandwich stand run by cyclops
underneath the eyeball a slight dripping source
underneath the eyeball a slight dripping source
a cactus trembling with remorse
hammer and tongs, hammer and tongs
the United States of Bulimia (Gross Insistence Traveling Salesperson)
Eating crabs in king sized waterbed
shell in back, turn over, remember salt-water
Mother apron-backwards, fucking the mailman and cursing the price of milk.
those cigarettes way up on the shelf
Memories of scotch bottles haunting the schnauzer.
NOSE NOES KNOWS
the royal we
glop glop splash with this pointed fork of an icicle
can we eat soon?
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