[A.Buttle]

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tremble�

No ∫time Win rhyme for mine unto thine


CRAVINGS OF THE LUSTFUL AND UNREPENTANT

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[Jucas]

If jesus saves, then he better save himself.

[xXxPZxXx]

who took my noble wacom dehumidifiers? My cup is nearly full for the wart was cast into the nonexistent shadow.

[thinkwink]

Alley hater snappy whack...
Baski by el bathy bub!

[Freddio]

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[Cleoric]

Not quite as insanely sporadic, but it's in there. From way back. y0

The wall is on fire
Crumbling into
Tiny pieces of God. No one
is around to
Hear me here.
Gamma,
Alpha,
ALL SHORT
None are long Or
in-between
I am anti-matter



Epileptic pulses
FLASHING lights
In
My subconscious
I can not swallow
my Tongue It
is impossible
Snapple,
My favourite soft drink,
Fades from my mind�



Alifalafel sitting in the desk
Milking the baby ottawa
Chestnuts languishing
In a lake of green pudding
Banging on the carpet, reminiscing of
The future and calling my ostrich
On my pain seeking candy cane.



Green Jello. Giggling maniacally
Screaming, silence. It lies down
On my wall, justifying existence.



Pure energy, full of mass
I travel faster than time.
Bullshit Einstein, I say aloud
Why are the white men
Surrounding me? Fast.



Zesty Taco corn chips
Floating in a mist of purple elephants
I hang a rope off of my elbow



Tupper, Where? In deep, rich soil
My legs stand on wet celery sticks,
Proclaiming victory.
SNAP
I scratch my left hand in
Hesitation, reverberating in the
Presence of my venetian blinds.



I draw my fist away, away from the blood on his face.
He snorts the vile liquid into his nose, leans
forward and says, "em tih" I ask him what he wants.
He walks away as I spit into my beer mug.

Pling pling, my sweatshirt drinks
the Vegetables rally against the antagonistic fruits.
Pling pling, my hand trembles
the Chairs despise the apple of my eye.
Pling pling, theatre drama tells me otherwise


Sandstone cream with cherries on top
the gears in my nose go clink clunk bonk
ripping chains of fingernails cracking the
roots of cocaine open with my bear chest.

[Bare Bonez]

yo ding dong said the phat man with a sandwhich made of cheeze and ham from the pig that wallowed in the mud which was a clear as the sky in the open fields of alberta - that oh so dry place, so dry your skin would crack just facing the wind from the phat man who had just eaten a cheeze and ham sandwhich and then the door bell rings to interrupt my train of thought - ding dong.