Windex Manuscripts Outsourced to Countries Only Lice and Lizards Can Take Into Themselves

Calamine lotion bomb the shores of eagle eye lane down the killer monument for science is a harsh companion in the damned story of swords and time streams mutilated by thoughts echoing peaceful meadow sanguine opening down cross town bomb oblate make Christian the sanctity of sin in piss water fountains of pachyderm makeshift torque the sun in a box making love to a calendar fortunate enough not to need sedition it its steadfast blame the king and rape hate makings fast for Friday’s kiss in queen stucco boardroom malfunction down icing on cake rapture headache spoon fed the Gilligan taco sled mating call fast and blasting sedan complicate mass hwarfing dime licked and special spread gallons of temperate water coined scruff like pussy smell inhale the kicking sound of casket feet damned in a pencil box for the crate of old mushrooms galvanized by cream and magazines of rifle butts stormed beaches in 49 waffle house camp shock value opening rice cracker fortress evil smile in stillborn clitoris west wing glamour shot gone fishing in a pacemaker egalitarian in its suicide complaining only of a cufflink to solder his day to the edifice of tampered cranial spools gloom diced and castigated drawn in like breath molded cake said the thrall of the gimped morning wood heart massage chair backwards through the memories of a gored ox in his place nailed to a board of frost laden king fish tamed by sickness and monkey wrought upon taken standing rock sworn to protect the sun’s claim stuck in a tadpole eye cremated hardship crossed the line indifferent to the suffering of the green marble lodged in the eye of the fallacy straw men dancing on a tongue depressor diving into the past forsaken by algorithms lost to the streams of cancelled TV shows never wondering too far into the crass scheme bored to death sucking juice from a fruit cup down on Edelman street where eating focuses its crapshoot down west Cambridge the knowledge of cross bearers worn shawls wrongly bloody and bone dry facets of tickled pink in Sunday dress gowned oblivious to the torture of angels accused Earthbound dream sorcerers making the best of a sticky situation known facets of planned obsolescence made hard by porno cylinders ceiling wise and smelling of Windex manuscripts outsourced to countries only lice and lizards can take into themselves and breathe faceless tombs on crisp autumn leaves blowing lines of coke off the mirror for party city’s girl magnet watching her undress in a closet door blown open stitches ripped out and penis surgery delayed by the amount of time it takes for Santa Claus to rapture his foreskin into Satan’s coffers and dissect the dinette set offered wine and cheese binary stars couldn’t taken for granted now in fathoms divided interest set up to fail.

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