Sure, recessions are cute.
Crossbreed channel-surfs and you'll want to will
Cloister daylight full of feral porridge of people-parts parallel to the
Targeted homes of police officers and a judge.
I'm slipping permanently into poverty.
The leaf has my baby
Which brings up one last forbidden matrimony.
I shouldn't be alive.
Forgiven condominiums hoard air and enterprise.
Human indifference on the ocean floor says it all.
An eye opens inside three or four dogs a month.
The soccer ball arrives maybe next week.
If it's an animal it'll be patient enough to rest in trees
Or as a kokigami.
Insects outnumber human indifference.
An eye opens then peeks inside coin-operated fame
Dredged from oyster beds plated to mate.
My wife operates a pole-dancing fitness club.
Two janitors there guest star as janitors.
Adult diapers remain on the shelf.
The ocean says
Clean all the parts of the gun, put yourself away and hide from it.
The left side of the vehicle falls off the vehicle,
Fucks Obama like a fairy.
Eggs as far as runs will carry.
Ruins as far as eggs will dairy.
TV's show pitchers before and after death.
Fairly easy to get and cheap, too.
Was once a woman.
Bench is tike
Fees and gas
Produce new pulpit defiance.
Phones rumble back to look-a-likes,
I am Odysseus.
Sea journey opted for clean socks.
Blood samples miles deep in weatherproof.