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what hats of Spain we wear we wash we take to the landfill to remember to blush to bimble to pimple to shudder to pour to nimble to quick to clutter to carouse we that give sandpiper pleasants to old men we that sit in squirrel wrapping paper dens pack-napping about solid fecal vests and heads of old warped corrugation we that plug parts and pig out on shpoons could not careering clap clomp to ever go serve first one second third thing fourth five sixth seventh thing thing that goes under |
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paper gun smash th cult th cluless vaporless men with men feet hairless dog thoughts sugar up their old flaccid fascist belief truck for dinner in diner dug delivery scheme that fight and fever and wear fruit hats made of marmalade and coffee grounds beef bean blowgun valhalla your insepid craps game of tournament death-cards no one cares what happens next so nothing happens next a bird trumps its own nasal clip clops soup in bowls with vents cuts slices of dimple weapons sloppy vest-wearing owl noses stuck sordid coffee-wearing cowls shoot venom in evil droppings dynamite fair game hen he's not going to remember it, bird, when morning clushes and feeps giant sugar candy cane galoshes galumphing striped extra eggsaladsandwich balogna and cheeeeese |
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munchkn wat kind of vest peple wear wen roads ar longr than spans of thot u sordd monky put heds in pans and wash larj watr out onto yr brain run ran did dug out clean porij pudng wat kind of mistake was taken u old man martr hole bed hole sex friday junkpot pitd old croon like storys of caklng cats that had bred and dog and private note bag bag bug u soket nape |
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blood ventricls yr experience shos comma colaps in sors wat blade of grass striped and cupid and naro so peple don't think rytous thots anymor yr gum tooth vixnsmile so soft gumd ache pile wher did I get my eg? (u tooth nape nek sparo I'm sory it is me) |
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co-created aura of vixndeth shedng loos parts in sandwich piles made by men shudrng to think thinkng to do damaj wat kind of cloth pot aches yr door (take it with u) u so sleepng is necesry wat coms in circls coms |
