Tag: art
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Ripped bed
Though I, like Edward Carson, preached and prayed That they would together stay, the frayed skins I intended to employ in the beginnings of a joint Refused to appoint themselves gracefully, lick-anointed Like anthrax letters to all the badly behaved boys in Texas. She cat stretches a cataleptic’s spine Inducing a crack with falling rock…
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Oral pigmentation
Weed strength Clark Gable Answered “Yes” to “Available?” Yesterday’s cologne, smelling like a Boots Tester’s clothes Took her to The Gables for steaks, mid range wine, chocolate fudge cake Afterwards she chewed my cable during The Traitors, clueless Garraway Dodgy box no cable Annual payment to a flat off Capel Rogered her box no rubber…
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The mood is on me
Nothing moves me This irremovable mood which occludes, Like a bright moon does the owl’s beloved gloom, All the world’s joy. The noise of guards rifling through Rooms made of tinfoil and dead leaves Loud as toasterpops seem In a house full of people sleeping dreamily.
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Rattler old
Once we had completed introductions He launched into a speech about Etruscan nuclear production He asked, shrewdly to his mind, what the centaurs, mischievous and wise Took for their lunch, and whether their type-crunched forms were not Totems praised when raised by tribes of riders in ancient days. Next, he came to what he saw…
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He paints my backgrounds
She stares with loathing when I dare to say The direction in which I am going Eyes rolling my erection showing A collection of such asides I confide to my file I hide my portfolio in a hole outside For turning worms and Duncton’s holy moles to ogle At times it seems close to over…
Alchemisland 