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I'M MASTURBATING

Hoping for The Rapture. Ten-four. That's why celebrities commit gouda.

On nobody's jaw the sun dies eternally. She's being 6 things they didn't realize about eating.

Ready to stop seeing. Doom blankets the entire world. Monetize. You're masturbating.


VIEWER'S GUIDE

Air for
A head of gray hay.
I'm foreign.
Abyss and shit in my love.
Dandy air whore.
Paused lump.

I love to suck on nature's

Icy else

For donkeys.

I'VE STOPPED WRITING

Like that clip in my dream licking an article,
This poetry looks mentally challenged.
Plus that pluck with the face a click back
Sent articles to
Stars, firewood.
Uncut mud out now
Seems a mental block
Out of now.
Cut like a mud licker
Plucked from a dream in my face,
The clip just walks and stars.
His poetry challenges quickly, cleanly.
True religion. Costco.

BIG LIGHT

Dumpling sex on the cross.
God is good to eat.
Invisible forces are great to think.
Big ugliness.

Big beauty.
Inner Drano swig.
Big decay.
I eat my dead brain on the cross.

I identify with the life identity of its dead.
My edge is orbiting my life inside of my death.
God spanks dumplings during this entire game.
Bilingual eyesore.


I CLIMB INTO THE MIND

Of a hermit in a tree. The ecstatic one. Little mothering sledgehammer.

I'm two-legged cave fondling. Close to a hood. A long hair in us three.

Milk from a snail is a kind of ape shell
Protecting basketfuls of sledgehammered children more vivid than cursed planets.

I quake like a cursed planet. Totally sponsored. I wake up having sex with the death of water.

Horn loaded hybrid sun crossed by forks. Through hobgoblin air night-frights are claiming HBO is better.


THE BODY CAVITY AND A LOT OF

The end is near.
Too drunk to write.
Stephen King interjects:
Supersize the zombie's astigmatism frozen in a pedophile’s fishtank.

Tablets that dominate gadget shows
Starve animals more sophisticated than previously mopped.
A bit of spittled rant weighs my teeth
Sleeping on pins or twats.

Beach outages widespread.
Useless spines skin my wine.
Some impossibilities are alive simply to handcuff
A stag sucked onto totems on a tote bag and blind.

I munch my own butt, Daddy-like.
Or lust Parkinson's, ninny and remarkable.
Might be a crouton’s most perfect
Dyslectic whatsoever.

Hear trailer trash kids in the infomercial lane say
As no one has Nerf-tits is perfection as is possible.
The proper English term is black and white people spark
No more beauty except in their struggle.

The end is here.
Acorn apes rape a hot Harry Potter-inspired fishtank.
Stephen gets dialectically hungry, fuck
Him.


WITHOUT THE NEXT

People know there are pet stores.
It doesn't take much more to encourage
My drinking.
I look at the mug with somebody else's
Rumors of existence, and I guess
Candybars come from
Elastic pumped into warm, dissident lipsticks.

A crop circle of ovary eggs makes
An unemployment office
That is pretty, well-painted.
People catch me napping there.
I speak only when
Sometimes I think about different sandwiches.
A sick fish looks as if it has been salted.
That is enough to fill a new pond
Without the next.

MASK WITH SAUSAGE

Doorway of flesh-hooks

Projects Hell without a mouth.

For teeth it has

The horror-thickened consciousness of rocks and trees.

Under my tail I have a head.

Inside that head there is a worm.

All of its teeth are biting evil ideas in a bug.

Serpent-headed feathered fudge.

The body is a warning.

SAUSAGE WITH A TWIST

A blindfold never finished

Hangs a goose.

Uses its blood to lube holy water.

The nun glides back into my asshole.

A winking-eyed nun.

Crows approach without his history or meaning.

Fish with a wolf's body

Give them speech and senses.

And bug eye

The Creator.

BAPTISM

Cut open my belly.

There's something inside it for every mode.

Air Jordan's eaten in the desert then dismembered.

So witchy.

Cut up everyone.

Make an absolute must-see.

I've been losing sleep over a coffin.

That is not glory. This is:

Inner-most beings in my video

Amputate their limbs to get free.

Cut out getting texts and tapping sounds.

Post-originate to launch stray monsters of the deep.

DISMAY

Certified adventurous cat claw.

The puma-woman's tone in my balls.

There's commitment.

We want our fun to look like

A rubbery male breast's shortness of breath.

Goddamn a field of flowers.

They do otherwise.

Something in them ignores that police may be reprinted.

Babies are also born this way

To wear a helmet and walk a log.

Apocalyptic Landscapes/ Dream Images

NOMINEE

Hose water ripens a train wreck.

My best look is backing lack.

I spend money to seem moist in a train wreck costume.

Think of all the cool fluffiness that meals.

Badass devout like Lindsay's napkin with a movie on it.

Pull me out of her hosiery for the magazine.

Hot water is nothing but sweet trouble.

A train wreck gets it up again.

THE SLACK

Goose bumps are drunk. Cue cards screw. These sorts of things a national anthem typically mulls.

In front of millions you stink and it is beautiful. After your face is done, goose bumps screw.

And chimps bubble for no reason for who knows how long. I'm ending to be a disciple there.

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