due to adult content
former teen delves wantonly
into childish basers
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their gazes locked at the ravioli station.
he wondered what her taupe pantsuit would look like crumpled down there in his root cellardoused in Powerade.
salaciously & w/o an easement, deadly nose ring kinged a literal type asshole (me).
it's The Lack, like full pallets on the back of my neck in the half-light
what a sight
i'm the poltergeist.
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in harness furthermore, every peek worn.
a profusely relaxful stroblit icicle, but age dims the stim digit-tips.
still, abides balmly within she,
alike with alike bivouac'd...
oops there goes my shirt
up over my head, OH MY.
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early bright at first blush
exudiced plunk'd atop the terrace:
a creedo-entombed-jewelcase deluges,
wreck-wrapping a blistering Americano,
undefiling the t-zone.
the edicts now mystiqued,
anonymous evermore.
Cam'ron pulls up in the Pepsi blue Lambo.
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bitch you broke as a fetus.
i smell money underwater.
none of ur beeswax feed us
druggish and thuggish,
i and The Father.
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scans the courtyard,
spanning 2 adirondacks
the tanning-bed-defrosting
beetroot calzone persperates onto a louse,
a noble expiry.
the sameness of that
brushed leather hammock,
the scrubbing bubbles
or enduring bonds.
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properly-cum zoomies come zooming into the discord, the stone-age sweeping
epic mesh we mirror.
and we’ve won cuz we’re one.
lost the light and the light review.
what went i feigning grief whatfor?
burnt and smothered left,
although beaming yet.
nothing's fine i'm torn,
never to rise above my station,
the snitch heritage.
no harm reduction paradigm.
no illusion of explanatory depth.
don't you even condescend to my bath water.
all of you mere hurdles.
i blast to the next rash.
BigBrother's watching you bored out of his mind, you extra everything absent medium human.
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succeeding the epiphanic forgetting,
i palm The Lack unto thee.
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i knock it off, i empty, i tribe.
i keep it on, i whisper, i ego.
I am Just a Divine Baboon Witnessing the Solar Journey