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parasitic poached goats are not for petting zoos but that has never stopped them before and of course there’s cream in a little hollow place tucked so very deep inside them (almost like custard I’d wager) they know all about the lobster and how she prefers to lay her eggs in a tight cluster all grape-like on the underside of the algal frond where I dream that we too might someday find cool shelter from the plastic bits that rain down from the tortured sky the 3-D printers that spit out pink toes and little baby corn holders
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Plastic baby corns
parasitic poached goats are not for petting zoos but that has never stopped them before and of course there’s cream in a little hollow place tucked so very deep inside them (almost like custard I’d wager) they know all about the lobster and how she prefers to lay her eggs in a tight cluster all grape-like on the underside of the algal frond where I dream that we too might someday find cool shelter from the plastic bits that rain down from the tortured sky the 3-D printers that spit out pink toes and little baby corn holders
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
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