i took the time to make a sandwich.
frail mastodons were creaking through the heather of our mattress
every one, an actress phoning in the last line of a mass migration
a herd of disingenuous rats, cackled slovenly
over hillocks of your dale.... on occasion -
lithium
pale thunder comes, speaking drivel in the weather of your hapless
scary nuns, in mad habits, draconian; rabid blasts in stasis
disturbed. fiendish hats, ****** almondine
over black walnuts; rather roam the hells... like an alien
than love someone
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
i took the time to make a sandwich.
frail mastodons were creaking through the heather of our mattress
every one, an actress phoning in the last line of a mass migration
a herd of disingenuous rats, cackled slovenly
over hillocks of your dale.... on occasion -
lithium
pale thunder comes, speaking drivel in the weather of your hapless
scary nuns, in mad habits, draconian; rabid blasts in stasis
disturbed. fiendish hats, ****** almondine
over black walnuts; rather roam the hells... like an alien
than love someone
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