my smoking cloud is a mushroom gun
overheated bridges becoming other bridges
grimace was our brother, a bond stronger
than the moon (before the war)
he discovers himself on the blue-line
Philadelphia. Island avenue exit.
i want to blow you up
so just pretend it's sexual
Friday, July 31, 2009
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i feel it in my loins
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