I’ll prostitute my mint cornea.
Stigmata head viceroy.
Cows on acid –
worms desire the corrupted belly.
A monstrous live rib crawls toward delusional Babylon.
Reshape the stolen hypnopompic,
taste the sultry thalamus fickle.
Anticipation is clogging up
superstitious apogee coax.
Dj Dead Cow – dwells beside position cock toga.
Dj Dead Cow – counter clock wise the windows.
What does he see?
A cynic dynamite kiss,
genesis to grace fellatio pariah,
mouth envy to your autodidact recipes,
now that peace has been deflated –
we can forge our own image to be repulsed,
God’s muscle grew ulcers in the universe.
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