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my roomate little katie pinette
chicken wings and french friezz cucumber rounds in ranch dressing, eat it up little pinny im going to dwell in this brown cardboard box with holes and beams of light. black corners and brown things and string that i like to sew with. thick.
i'll sew the cars to the taramac.
there now exists a guache swirling monster twisting and folding out of a piece of illustration board. eyeballs dripping out of his pores, all different races all different animals. or could be a tree or fungi or some shit
the water man.
drink it up little pinny.
yeah i told you about new tires on my bike. yeah. yeah. yes. hi.
travis with sunken cheeks and green black eyeballs is smeared in charcoal.
memphis and mississippi golden fields he says, and crazy leslie drinks white wine. like crazy sally.
the people at the crone house bear the heat and open all their windows to let the air wash over all the old things.
huge twisted chandeliers. a shack of one hundred years. dont let your tummy hurt with chocolate. my cheeks have taken shape dirty cups dirty vessels dirty world
slept not last night. read. read. watched the color come back from the fortress on the brown green. then didnt write. then. ...smoked a pack. you know. and basked in white brown polkadots of that one.
little pinny is by accident trying to press all this richness flat with this music.
OH auntie em oh i am dry dirty trough turning my bowl upside down still things are tied around me and i dont know it till i turn my consciousness to them. i can write forever do you want me to ? are you girls okay in college, are you boys. this picture is so old and i remember the day A.
chicken wings and french friezz cucumber rounds in ranch dressing, eat it up little pinny im going to dwell in this brown cardboard box with holes and beams of light. black corners and brown things and string that i like to sew with. thick.
i'll sew the cars to the taramac.
there now exists a guache swirling monster twisting and folding out of a piece of illustration board. eyeballs dripping out of his pores, all different races all different animals. or could be a tree or fungi or some shit
the water man.
drink it up little pinny.
yeah i told you about new tires on my bike. yeah. yeah. yes. hi.
travis with sunken cheeks and green black eyeballs is smeared in charcoal.
memphis and mississippi golden fields he says, and crazy leslie drinks white wine. like crazy sally.
the people at the crone house bear the heat and open all their windows to let the air wash over all the old things.
huge twisted chandeliers. a shack of one hundred years. dont let your tummy hurt with chocolate. my cheeks have taken shape dirty cups dirty vessels dirty world
slept not last night. read. read. watched the color come back from the fortress on the brown green. then didnt write. then. ...smoked a pack. you know. and basked in white brown polkadots of that one.
little pinny is by accident trying to press all this richness flat with this music.
OH auntie em oh i am dry dirty trough turning my bowl upside down still things are tied around me and i dont know it till i turn my consciousness to them. i can write forever do you want me to ? are you girls okay in college, are you boys. this picture is so old and i remember the day A.