OK, when do you think i wrote this? a few years ago after a guy stuck it in my wife
last night after typing the vampire’s tenure letters, sun streaming off a window hot
inside cold outside facing the duration of the sky never any shelter after carving
a duck for studying causal frisson after after after: or before a guy sticks it in her
before the candidate engages in moral turpitude before the sun was even born
no windows anywhere unless one counts the ponds’ sad countenances ducks
at dusk no comprehension of a future outside of water
inside some asshole’s guts causal frisson gastric acid
muscle the pestle of digestion goodbye duck
return to SHAMPOO 35
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