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Nov 25, 2005 00:24

Good job, sang the cross-eyed bar of ripe soap,

Thin to the point of oscillating wasps, between knuckle 3

Nipples break their own necks in the loose violet

Her maiden name shaved its own flushed

The right hand infects menus,

In fact it moves below the grass of my shins, the juice of my guns to

A dog-a dog likes to jump through sunburned pussy to get to the maze of canned meat,

And candles,

And candy.
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