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Nuclear Hotdog Option

by @demi-cybulski

*We  were    squeezed    from    corruption armed     with        the  monstrous cutlery of  rippers and tearers of    rationed meat     for a day,         for a day,         for a day: the     butcher    gives   his       best     cuts to the young       and godless      divorcee find us, keep us              : a spectre hiding in the    dark pig iron rust hooks looping through     your sex    and shopping lists: smelting                                     your coin and punching                             your face           Company is the        full knowledge of our      protracted,        3  -stage   decay burn                drift               degradation                                      eyes crusting shut in doom            and     settling    bomb silt       palms up,    taking      a    punishment                                    in the mothertongue     ignoring       lessons     in    the gracious                             expectancy of departure We,      A legion of ancient clockwatchers, in         on       the        joke       of       time and    folk fetish     of apple-cheek poverty     [Gasp!] The gruesome romance of class!               !you cry!     !safe!     !always safe! in the nuclear hotdog option       , which is observably, the title of this advertisement We will never get you[       ]you're awake! and your atmosphere    is still In Da Black       We                                        watch you                                                      watching the           5            car            pile          up catch up       rolling          down your chin*
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Mar 1, 2017
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chase the thrill of new love by scanning your more expensive loose vegetables through as brown onions. machines can't smell failure.

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