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PO-am Kissy Kiss Cat tongues; Nothing is definitive |
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"He seemed to be taking me toward some hideaway of the last happiness; and when I came I thought I would be holding hands with him someplace in the spirit, that we would have both turned to gases licking against one another's nerves; we had that once and I always expected us to be there again and trusted him to get us there but he never did."
Didi Sweet, Nightwatchmen B Hannah
Nothing is definitive
My stereo don’t work real good no more
It blew its gas over Spain
And I’m not sure of the letter R anymore
With three rolls it gives me puke flashes
Will I ever bat lashes w/ Trout back again?
Intrepid and freckled salmon
Ever see a shark/barracuda fight?
Tussle over fish heads with razor blades
Quite the scene
Makes assassination look like crap
Stumble about, saline through my nose
Pop pills, have intercourse two times
Marvel at asses-saffron snow
In my own world and I’ll be damned if I can get a change
Sugar tit Sugar tit
You are just dumb
Not ME
I’m total and complete ego
IN ALL CAPS
Damn, I really want a larger version of that image. Lovely stuff!