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I hunch like a freaking rabbit. Apollo lands on my shoulder. Blossoms grow penises looking for roaming feathers. Totally damaged creep shows split noticeable laughter upon a bosom of later heaps.

She booms like not a bomb, not the bomb man who threw his life at the death of everyone he was too. Broken ears hear dripping sonnets from burnt oaks leaning against blue sky, stabbing the earth, creaking with black shiny pain, grinding fine teeth into a mouthful of mushy sugary fruit.

Klingon loves to clangor... Pelvic thrusts into hearty space, blown awake; it's always night in space; to see a trillion suns rise and set one turns one's head with open eyes absorbing ancient and recent lights.

Eagerly biting into his lunch bag, summer sunbeams turn his neck into a rusty red truck hood in Winfield Thicket.

So dizzy from singing ringing molecules I ate and dreamt. I slapped my hand on the honey-wooden table. Blood flooded my skin, sounding like a hurricane forgiving the land for letting itself be destroyed.

Pale, fat nerd outside nearby never before helps carpenters. Sweaty, greasy dork strolls along Wilson toward the tracks at midday, then rolls and falls in a tumble dryer for 80 minutes at 205 degrees Fahrenheit.

Noodles between my lips speak for my lonely universally located mind grapes. A bonita vista behind me bugs the window reflection in my laptop screen...

I am growing weak. I am watering my face. My plant needs moisture. The bones and muscles are inappropriately aligned. Do I really care about all the sad hungry faces of people around me? I want to stroke God's cheek. I want to live in a cloud making music, dancing, smiling, and sleeping forever. I want my toes to vibrate at 3500 hertz, explode, bleed, and soak every planet I step on with thick, red nectar of love.

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