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[kazukiraven]

status report.

i am the midnight-thirty orleanian idioteque biblioteque,
hyglac hums a dirge behind a wall of crumbling
coolidge, who is gruffly protesting the
ice age comin', ice age comin'

i am tearing leaves from donne's love handles
and slipping them between the lips of kerouac
who, running his chapped lips over my message imparts
that he has never heard of any "milkthistle"
:
Dante Gabriel Rosetti, Chaucer and I slowly glance at this can from which I'm sipping
and a culturally inebriated Baudelaire faux pas all over his shoes

if I should die tomorrow
kindly eat the fire drake
(deboned haunches and sauteed talons)
and donate the horde to reality television stars.