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moldy socks stuck to the grime covered floor hold my attention momentarily lost in thought, scrambled I wander from room to room looking for misplaced memories pictures of you in the sun – retaliation against the bloodbath leaves the young admonished sent before the tribunal judged by skin tone and pronunciation of hard vowels sounds – enraged caged beasts cease peace fleeced pieces of feces resist change instead hardening and shedding color petrified putridity permeates the ponderosa floating on a sea of geologic waste the sandy shoreline smiles at the scene – endgame fascists brooding over equality talk sit Indian style, calling it “criss-cross” so as not to offened wait for the moment in which they are able to **** indiscriminate those deemed less or inferior pancake batter dried to the edge of fine china dog hair gracing Chanel handbags **** in frocks frolic in the farm fresh air for pennies – ***** jokes dot the comic strip leaving children confused and aroused immorality gains traction with its studded tires and studly physique sturdy in its placement stable in the den – awash with idealism indigents scrap infected scabs looking under for answers finding only diseased blood –
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
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moldy socks stuck to the grime covered floor hold my attention momentarily lost in thought, scrambled I wander from room to room looking for misplaced memories pictures of you in the sun – retaliation against the bloodbath leaves the young admonished sent before the tribunal judged by skin tone and pronunciation of hard vowels sounds – enraged caged beasts cease peace fleeced pieces of feces resist change instead hardening and shedding color petrified putridity permeates the ponderosa floating on a sea of geologic waste the sandy shoreline smiles at the scene – endgame fascists brooding over equality talk sit Indian style, calling it “criss-cross” so as not to offened wait for the moment in which they are able to **** indiscriminate those deemed less or inferior pancake batter dried to the edge of fine china dog hair gracing Chanel handbags **** in frocks frolic in the farm fresh air for pennies – ***** jokes dot the comic strip leaving children confused and aroused immorality gains traction with its studded tires and studly physique sturdy in its placement stable in the den – awash with idealism indigents scrap infected scabs looking under for answers finding only diseased blood –
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
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