concerning the aforementioned
recklessly expecting the retrograde motion
he drank pots of coffee and slept in the ocean
regardlessly guarding magazines of milk thistle
his thoughts bared dry to a creekbed trickle
in this way senses soured and sank
money burned brightly; ashes kept in the bank
no thing kept clean; hammered, honed sheen
brain busted buggered-up byzantine bean.
random bits cobbled together by j-dub
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she sells sea shells by the seashore
(rinse, dry, repeat)
my face hurts like a sunburn and a sinus infection all rolled into one.
my cochlea are humming beatles tunes through kazoos.
This is fabulous.
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