(no subject)
Sit up and just
drown the din of the
graphite-edges,
the rock of [p]ages. They're
wooden clad and
rubber stacked (should
anything come from the
scattering of innards)
over college rule between
covers and nylon.
Hand to [h]and sp[r]ite and
sugar and sand flight of
"He did what?!" in
lemon-lime light, we'll spill
carbonated caches over-
-flowing with "That slut!" over our
vindictive verses over and
over and
out
standing among our
scholarly scholastics, documenting
each ones verbal elastics; We'll
feed on our
carmex born [k]ar(o)ma my
fellow day class creatures.
drown the din of the
graphite-edges,
the rock of [p]ages. They're
wooden clad and
rubber stacked (should
anything come from the
scattering of innards)
over college rule between
covers and nylon.
Hand to [h]and sp[r]ite and
sugar and sand flight of
"He did what?!" in
lemon-lime light, we'll spill
carbonated caches over-
-flowing with "That slut!" over our
vindictive verses over and
over and
out
standing among our
scholarly scholastics, documenting
each ones verbal elastics; We'll
feed on our
carmex born [k]ar(o)ma my
fellow day class creatures.