“I’m on a roll & won’t stop, won’t patrol disgrace.
I’m on a streak, one whole week, though creaturely
I too shiver, putatively snorkeling in the coral reef
Of my hallucinatory demise. I’ve got bread roll
In my knapsack, submersed wrecks in a tin can,
Simmering scent, I’ve blogged wet, Klimt kisses
On the pavement of your carrying a cross to one
Sugar land. My baker, my shake-maker, won’t ya
Fetch me now, egregious at a marginal funeral?”
Hahahahahahah, I’m not going to kill yer fun.
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