What-Would-I-Say
I have real faces in some ash
Make me a status; dawn sky in the underground
Saved by the DNA molecule’s inherent ability to be
I’m going to acquire an easy life
Coffee runs thick in my coffee
I own you
And so began everything I do
So glad I have already ceased to follow me; I have found my calling
Happy Hell O God
I have decided to opt out
Azures and azures and azures and when?
Green Working Men’s Club.
To live in the breast milk of the ills of those hangovers; where the Boards of the
wind, and Pastiche, have become woe – Through me
You’re not me, if I’m content in describing this
Come get screwed metaphorically at The deadset of the global community of
readers to seek out a triple six inch valley through the middle of my behind
they are free.’ Goethe
Rainbow conceiver,
stone space probe builder
I’ve never been happy or something.
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