Saturday, October 6, 2007

laugh stage snit







Uhad
an ass that

was a hand ~ we held it twogether.


Somebody got lucky
















OF THIS judge there are none. as each belong to her own schizorene cart
/laugh-stage-right-thing-was-snittet/
worm give forth
yer tune
come for then it's close to muster
cunning to its Unheimlich
you've borne petal
to every railway stir
name this charlatan love
hug its rag to her nape
sitting on her lap
bending is always best sound


fork out wave
chandelier wrap around hip
wheated the woof of her
divorcee like care


little bastard
is that yer aloof night




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