CONSUMPTIONS by Barton D Smock

Oct 28

God’s stomach is a cigarette trying to eat on the moon. I am asleep in my homage to sleep. In hell you have to give birth to everyone you’ve killed. You can’t have your kids.

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Barton D Smock 48/M/Columbus, Ohio

(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)

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