Showing posts with label Let's pretend it's 7th grade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Let's pretend it's 7th grade. Show all posts
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Tributosaurus
Acceptance is malleable, 12 years having known you hidden, 12 exhumed. We overlap. Specious zipped sterility. To anything I give humans; circling packless, patchwork of whereabouts, requesting cirrhosis as finale. Slept with two brothers to figure you out. Human skull, utility knife, two beer bottles filled with piss. Why I shared a room with the younger, perioding between the legs. Strategy, soundly, to make not noise; rope on flannel, tightened till I belted. Uniformed reform, prepared for auspicious noon. Sleeping bag, minus musk, Seminole Indians to distract me. (Bitch didn't do her half of the report.) Overcast, overture. Canon, cannon, canyon; easy to fossilize. Finalize, as a mutable thing.
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