Let's
threaten violence against innocent mayors, it increases funding and allows for
cancerous healthcare. This was instilled from elementary school, we now care
very much about jail time and due process because love means so much to our crashing
erections. The world is drumming up a Jamaican beat in preparation of our saucy
misconduct, our deviant asking that goes on for artistic centuries without the
wider population's poop's allowance. For the life in me, I cannot tell a lie
from a sealed envelope, it would be presumptuous of me to even smash biblical
doctrine without a heavy hand or a curt eyebrow. We're really just all slamming
for support, we're all thrumming and strumming for acceptance of pineapples as
illegal immigrants we let in anyway. This is simply the scenic route and only
takes up an instrumental of our time, the time we all stole the day we were
born. City officials are allowed close to dogs only when they have prepared
statements to the effect of a blanket of scoops. Interns are of the green,
inside an independent plane stepping down to the mesa. Feel the smooth obsidian
walls and shout like a Slavic with two hoods on either side of his head.
Someone called this waylaying with burning emails until they're burnt husks of
electronic messages. As for the mayor, this is vagrant territory, government
issue, humane choice, a good way to go to gout anyway. Tis irrespective of
retirement. Tis pretty excellent and exiled maybe. Tis a whispering koala with
a future set in stone and a sun pulling back the past to a harp strain.
Inhale/exhale tiny planet. Exhale/inhale incumbent performance. Polymer tastes
of bleary smiles and repurposed blessings shot through with salt. Say goodnight
with ears on, welcome the commonplace, produce for free like a wage slave. You
want to have your talents recognised? You don't deserve to have your talents
recognise. Your talons, on the other hand, have absolutely no relevance to
pronoun proverbs. We wish you to see the esoteric with gaudy figs glowing on
your breast. They spit in bathrooms and they spit for you like it was you all
along and that sink is your promises. They don't have your grave yet but that's
only a matter of time and comfortable space within time zones and tree
branches. Stuff the stuff with stuffy stuff whilst stuff is all stuff and stiff
remains stifled.
A
pickle is what I say. A nickel is what you say. A building is where we go to
launch our memories onto blank harnesses. A lighthouse is what we turn this
building into. A light is a glow point. Our light is our glow point. You forget
about China. I forgive all of Tibet. I place a hold on hope for the tasty reviews.
I place the reviews on you. I grab the staple gun and press. Your hair is
colourful now. Your strands are without bands and bang is the only word you
seem to be capable of saying.
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