jonkey!
LOOK! do you smell that?
drew akers
im sorry, but you've been given a prescription for giants
can you know?
are you tall?
goalpost modernism
he cut off my big toes and still expects me to stand when i cook him dinner.
better to have loved and lost
good investment
clink and clank. both of you always forget.
speak when spoken to
ancient debate
relax
rinse repeat
reconstitutionization
corporal cornerstone
bank holiday
missionary style
burst skin
situation now all fucked up
yellow heads and white tails. fast vixens and silvery streaks
broken fix-me-up
dig deeper. there you'll find.
who shouted? where's the mayonnaise ? what are upstairs?
once upon a time, seven gargoyles drank. each drank 6 beers. each beer had 5 ice cubes. each ice cube was 4 ounces. each ounce was ... gargoyles don't exist.
aversive racism
which one of you cretins drank my lager?
no one talks about castration
piqued flesh alters perception
news print. slow sprint.
running of the bulls
cap and cane
walk of shame
electroshock blip blop terry tribbs TALK TO ME
pieces of my shattered mind
abundant sleeper
shrouded secrets of suburban shame
fingers pointed at fingers pointing at fingers pointing at faces
prickled anecdotes are far from a "barn animal"
pottery farm
rodent states
leather straps
mouth bits
want two states: north and south
left is right and right is left but down can never be up
statutory statutes
hat trick or treat
suffrage
round gravity
crucifix
just reach deeper: jew can doooooo eeeeeeet
howard bast and his square bouillon
graveyard shadows
nearing birth, i wondered about a dead woman at the bottom of the ocean. i've never seen an ocean.
neglect poverty
tin cents
pence in pants
garbage men of the world unite
synaesthetic reassignments
swilled stella
slick shins dripdripdrip
tiny sliver in the wall
windmill huts
nimbly bimbly
exploitative
prostyle
stair step style
bin days are on thursdays
aderondacks taking a break - hear ye this!
sarah stepped out onto blackfriars bridge's bloocrimson abutement high above the thames. she sliced the water in a perfect swan dive. now she's dead. the end.
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