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So many eyes lay upon cursing skin crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled... suffer, oh suffer, green potato. Crinkle cut?  Jib of glut! manipulate form and function stain of starch satisfaction... coffer, oh coffer, oh cough, ahem, cough! It ain't about money. That's right, mustn't disturb the soil, So many eyes lay upon cursing skin crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled... suffer, oh suffer, green potato. A memory, distant, the taste of that green potato rots in the kitchen... eat it, enjoy the flavour, dine on discourse... digest it, bury it deep inside, release it, let it grow again.
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
Green Potato
So many eyes lay upon cursing skin crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled... suffer, oh suffer, green potato. Crinkle cut?  Jib of glut! manipulate form and function stain of starch satisfaction... coffer, oh coffer, oh cough, ahem, cough! It ain't about money. That's right, mustn't disturb the soil, So many eyes lay upon cursing skin crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled... suffer, oh suffer, green potato. A memory, distant, the taste of that green potato rots in the kitchen... eat it, enjoy the flavour, dine on discourse... digest it, bury it deep inside, release it, let it grow again.
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
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