Eruca Sativa Epoch, or: Twenty-Three Reasons to Hate Your Fellow Man

Sepultura 

Twisting flesh, marrow 

Birds/horns screaming Gracefully. towards the sky 

Pour out molten copper

Molten lead

Molten mercury 

Pour it down my eye sockets

Good god: I'm a real boy! 

You don't belong

You have your Demons Flesh

and Devils Horns between your two (or more!!!) legs 

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low humming, buzz 

The sweet tinge of follicles on tongue 

ughhhhh

Dirty poets left to bath in their ten pretensions

Rise from the dead, eruca sativa epoch 

Bob Dylan 

PenisDicksCocksWangShlongFUCKMEINTHEFACE

One brain cell too many 

I can't fall asleep 4:26 

Teeth chattering

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