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a fun enough thrill to kill kittens

society has a strange brain it splutters and collect cumulative questions in political rubbish bags (it throws out grass for the people to sm..

a stream-of-consciouness babble

he could not hear the music

words become an alloy to my copper-colored tears

a bleached pinnochio with tin skin

armed with the voice of Iron Maiden

that night the waitergirls seemed swamped with a sticky sympathy

all poems are meant to rhyme and unravel all their conscious content like a naked stripper -They say Lab rat material, until it's pumped with ..

all those used tubes spattered into the box along with clippings of faces