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indigestion might be a heart attack imagine this guys worst metal animal, alloy ally of migration with goat cheese hoofsteps it puckers against my graying meat, people wearing sweatshirts stare the moon that night was milk send out a telegram, stop, wire if you have a gun, fire it twice spin the bottle like a turret taking flak a synthesizer kills more than she ever will gulls in slow emphasis, no sour prose I’m no manic canon wit pities spite long thou style what the game is about six years old when I woke up her power points will blow your socks off in denim, staples ski poles in this mechanical palace, my CEO wants blob of transformer the zodiac, an image the old soul caught her reflection in the glass physics pumping impish go-go time is a flat circle on Porntube aphrodisiac blues catcall the drearily dreaming i have bored myself with arithmetic operations spare some reap others lights blink a cipher let it catch up to you after sixty soft minutes the friends with their ears and tenderness i love you more than decent thai food so that the universe could gobble me procure a toolset one more snarl at crash-careening, I sit at the broken-off counter drinking orange juliuses alphabet magnets, broken fridge, names signed in colored letters in lacy word soups in vitro meat and coats My friend Karen says I'm a metaphysical surrealist hell to the no I stood in the wet moss in my underwear machines as I do to myself pinball and video arcades, refills, bastardized meatballs and frog fettuccine all the while milky heaven curdled removing thorns from juvenile wombats’ paw pads I am digging for the dollar the policeman who doesn’t like her what is the frequency of love around the bananas sexiness at this age made up of financial PDFs a perfect universe of glass in mind, we unroll polish the moon with an electronic toothbrush to another person limbless againſt the poor be ſo indulged pictures in boxes do corner dances and magic tricks Weeks pass as he regains strength. 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