Tuesday, October 16, 2012

cine voir

Squishy squishy jelly girl, inescapable butt top, chewy gum drop.

Fenced in you can’t move a beat down the skulls the sandy beach a fellatio a down payment , dropped down to a second flight a plane to go.

Where was that watch of mime it disappeared and was a second of the a 8th floor
twas late and you know how boss is that prick always making It seem like god rubs his nuts with a magic sesame seed, a bagel with cream cheese that’s all he does is a copy machine faxed his ass a telephone in his read the cord ting es around a fractures blank check a neck in a rope dangle dangle dangling there just unbooked the last cup cake with the name ojh-jesus a muses he made a blocked off railroad, reproducing a mixed breed Anti-lope Dali a camel why a tea bag stew in your mouth a sweat hairy burlap a zoo keep telling off a restrained force field door casting a lounge for a fright night all is quiet on the eastern sea board where I saw my breakfast a steam side of clam baked crabbed and a this mixture of everything I last dummies ona over board captain all is almost here just wait a second the sense of freedom away wit yellow a fever some dance hall, record my nonsense under the blue sky a dome voir the complex head a pipe out one shooter a egg out the other egg seeping through a hand like no other fish it flew and flew and I could see the katie the balloon no air just a hanker chief It was a sad day a page war bombed and no finger was left unturned a wrong way it was the other way traveling back down the road way no music on the radon just black cars waving by a sign that said go that way a finding of fossils a radioactive tooth pick a menace he thread to defy the gravity and ended up with nose trimmers the sonic .

He found is way through the mess hoping and churning a complex of indigestion I fell over laughed my brain was chile don cina some salt the wound wave allergy but my heart was being levitate off the platform I could no longer dose a fire over the back hinges I found ti the yolk and seem tench fathers an right out free a fear water a lollipop gunk bean father don’t seen the rug a turning I only have the brain to fit the salt tipped.

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