I think and create
in other sunny minor keys
far from stale garlic breath masonic operas
crumbling stony night through twelve tone rabbitholes
out way past dionysos pissing in the knowing wind the wind
that never had a shit to give in any place any where no when
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perhaps your eyes want to taste near dear touchy tillys softy
greetingcard feels and hear candy gun words of gothic thrash
smell your own bones in half for the busy modern world adorned
adorno living wified on his got to have it so madass bad
love
some soma sofas
aewatkins(c)2017
