In Your Nose it is crazy,
but I want to feel what you believe.
Riding a tostada through the sunset
at 6 a.m. over southeastern New Jersey.
I cried about a billion buckets of hamster snow,
then I'm sorry your aunt forgot to give you a forest,
so I made you a box of aftershocks
on a golden globe after the wetwipe aftershave parade.
Believe the story of waterholes selecting
northern Namibia, April 2054, how the
Redbox haggles a 66 pixel per square inch
screentime with a toddler's nervous sinus
at 4:30 whenever; Mother, Eva Gorbon
sets a 2.3 billion dollar Webisode merger
to settle a stomach 44 floors up the air;
She said, "I know your Leaning sharks
the Tackle Bonk Boys, but leave my
interested party of people who were children,
and the Benefits will be two weeks
to three months of unfiltered Blessings to toe."
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