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Fridgerator #014

Warm headlights cut through the muggy latenite

of the strange wet dream.

All the anger, frustration and pain

shift to

primitive energy (skin tight and mad doper than smack).

 

does it get surreal?

 

The desire for an invasion of your body is like a suspicion

overloading the ocean of ones and zeros.

 

the reservoir is full again.

planetary evolution is merely a diversion.

 

Look, mommy, there is an airplane in the sky.

 

pleasure

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Jan 8, 2012
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