recordings in magic marker
sea songs for maids
hand grenades could run faster
when your crusty lies fade
rebles for the roadrage
infected with skunk and green
dog ear'd corners and a sticky page
where has your skin been?
i can see through machines
i posses the preciouse paste
attention licking feind
first out; first faced
preforming on plaster and vynal
bound with tape and string
posture so spinal
the gods would scrape a mint.
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