Vulcan's parish inserts the dime, Tax collection junkie, sat on my
lap, the filters was smoked up, ashes landed on my father he was
smothered. Wrapping myself in blankets i begin to yell coal. Circle the
dough, now hes inside making a quick phone call, window babies watching
her watch movies... sitting on my lap a old dirty handkerchief. Watches
on the floor, cancel my bargain with Niles virus... Smiling sympathy for
the old arted, he is a drifter with someone on his tail, stepping on
the wet pavement her name carved in his street. dinning alone circles
and dots, finger stales and the sight of lights...litter the orange
mangos. seek lighting bolts in the driveshaft, the orange submarines
were in the second void, they were large sandwhiches encrusted with
frozen piss.
I fingered my dirty thoughts out of my ear, rinsed my mouth out with crystal - clear water dreams......
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