genesis
Down by the
bay. Where the water faeries grow. Back to my ... the womb is an infinite
ikea, bouncing colors, reliable swedes, wee packages of sugar expectations ... and the lord god said hey skank you wombat you slug of
slugs and scat of scats come out and
i came out and yea there were finite ikeas and bouncing swedes and reliable sugar and expected colors
and machines of love ...
mrs mcgregor whacked me
with her holey paddle, barbaric badge and edgy-cation, grade six, three years
running, as she was whacked, the whacker whacked, before the whacked whacker
whacking also whacks and whackers brief history of time that’s a lie we shall find god in hawks and hope ...
so there
was the scrimmage of marriage and the firth of birth, the faucets and drains of
money and verily there’s justice for they balance, the ins and wins the outs
and pouts, the frozen corn, ½ cup of kalamatas (the olives not the neighbours),
the crashes and bashes, the winking grave, gin and gin (barristers and
solicitors), the lists, the lists, the lists of lists, the lists of cysts of
lists, the pissed of Lyst, all the lost in Lyst are pissed, the pissed were
kissed but the cost was lists ...
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