swollen

"Never trust a preacher with a boner"

why am i always the last one to hear myself?
it's good advice.

a list of things to remember:

exterminate.

OPEN YOUR EYES.

grow up and smell yourself.

rat shit has no appeal.

you lost more than you think.

you are alone.

you already gave up twice.

stop smiling or your teeth might show.

put catfood out

you don't have a cat

love is for the old you

shut your mouth & stop rambling

buy a larger shovel...
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Creativly-Violent Reorganization for[the] Femmme


"when i am walking i strut.
my stuff and i.
i am s.o.s., tru.
n G?
o...& u?
thi g has a kite.
i, ju...St. Might.
stop.
toch.....e-c, k?
y?
o u, o u.
T-body, and beat..Si?
stained
my....she.
E.T, sand [&] I.D. on te-v
en k?
now!...why?

let me...goon
"likei blis"
terin the sun![i'm hot]
let me goon!
b-i-g. [&]...
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of all my senses,
nothing makes me hotter than scent.

engulf me, o stewardess of red-eyed glances and King Kong fantasies. taste knowledge without shadows and live your pleasures beyond digital-hauntings and quiet cat-calls. i am swollen from nostril to knee & nets come in many shapes and sizes.

p.s... i sat underneath the crescent moon last evening and it was you who lit the...
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Isn't it sort of charming,
how Time can create a rhythm, a beat or a force so in tune with the individual,
syncopation....so precise,
that unless we stop.

[-AL CODA-]
O.k., stopping is not an option.

...We need to turn around [still moving],
shake our heavy-heads about [moving],
masterbate [we must ultimatly rely on ourselves-& our own personal Hokey-Pokey]
& then
weep-uncontrolled for no reason...and...
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I think I need a cigarette.