Previously motivating hormones may mint scripts less full of fucking/frenching. Golden ovates-o-black birches may tap avenues eddy-led by rah-rah’s-o-thermal dissolution — they by water, distance from a star, nothing’s first slug, my ability to sense or give ’em say/ never wonder whether or not Novec, or Sallie Mae make paid. Rhythm’s only song — how refrain means to abstain from/repeat, A tune/burden — some fucking/degraded telomeric tails, slow goodbyes however you want. Well hello. Don’t be confused. Poured concrete walks envelop oviposited vinyl Ryan, Toll Bro., turquoise kidney ponds, click-n-lock play places kids like just s much, s Briar Patch park. Grottos-o-pine/ low geometry hid from duh bright blue bake n bottomed by wet pea gravel refreshing shadow where gaping we guessed et half empty trojans/smelled sour spills uh snuck Schlitz/thought of et everyday after fer butter or wurst. Don’t be worried, you’re covered by duh dukkha of ordinary suffering, legions of half-interested demons roam the rows of townhomes/ still-fat veins/phantom reflections of Potomac gold/TVs flash! tru hermetic double-hungs skittering shadows cross the road whispering n yer own demons ear yer own central heat/all what he/she needs t’sleep sound. Don’t be confused this sex is good (better’n what dribbles outta Champs/lost cost nutrition/ education adequate to assessing relative health risks/liquidity/ long term content). Don’t be confused when two perfections are attained side by side, each utterly disagreeable to the other. circling the room/house/neighbor- hood/district/until turning back hugs each itself or I you. We lay across two reeds knowing enough to just reach each but a myocardial infarction — (you were never going to know)
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