post-modern shit

July 2, 2015 § Leave a comment

even Rimbaud

‘s not obscure

he’s excrescent

 

 

 

 

your brain will like this

June 30, 2015 § Leave a comment

 

I wish I

had some

Indian words

 

 

hard

 

to get

 

 

get

 

 

a daughter

I love your nonsense

June 21, 2015 § Leave a comment

*

I talk my way

down your tummy

to your panties

 

 

enter title here

June 18, 2015 § Leave a comment

 

the machine of

morning starts with

my toes

 

 

misheard

June 14, 2015 § Leave a comment

:

lots of heron fucking

:

:

root

June 12, 2015 § Leave a comment

:

what was

once a burden is

now a solace

polemics

June 10, 2015 § Leave a comment

:

“I hate

it when bugs

die in my wine”

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