we think the tiny refrigerator is foul. & hooting from the inside,
what a mystery! i left the porchlight on, in sacrifice, in black night,
in homes of mine, not mine. we work. and whistling like hazard
light ambulations across slick grass followed by shadow,
obvious creature feels bad and drinks cleaning product
(but finds itself immune.)
strategies lift to find way to make double exist.
two life world, with bookends looking like a narrow chested man.
and a black cloak. and a seizure.
do you want to make dinner? i suggest cowries and such.
my hand stamp't by the kitchen, new miracle layout
i can't interview the sun. YES I CAN. with science.
other chemicals combined could make the same pre-emptive trickle
- shot a million species arching over sloppy rooms in omaha.
do you have a neat clue? remind me later of how you got the pickets
taken down and put under glass, beyond disappointing, were there no markers?
i mean, evidence of some kind.
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