SMOTE

i don't know a little delegation came over it was sudden
there are old ghosts shitting in the ceiling this system isn't working
the grates are again blocked the sudden is root thought no one has time
logs against the door in fissure smile after we have seen icesheets breaking to
the size of a quartermile when my lentils burn or when the faces on the fridge
begin to cliff and move out with the orange pan sizzling uncutely smell your old sax
double the bread and this is not a command wherein the bowl is full fresh utah sand &
nobody forget i mean nobody remember where, with blood, do we collapse to as we
shit and shit and shit. this is the easiest way no this is the easiest way no we are all
ticking itembombs as offerings as apricot jam as brunch we are war as brunch &
we forgive the fuckest of thee