Thursday Oct 17, 2002

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Something in the dirt that shines like your teeth shine in the bare bulb of my one room shack lays on the floor by the mattress...I know you held it in your hand like the newborn kittens we found under the porch of your mothers house that July day. Muggy. The sun gettin steamed just waiting for the storm to come cool it off. And we were hot too, hoping for the rain to wet our backs through our dusty shirts and turn us to mud.
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baphomatic:
How I saw that, like it would matter: Have, especially in a partition for carnal visage too cultivate, incisors, what rest and the knot. As a matter it is umbrellalievable, the instance of chomp was preceded by a teething upon the head of Bull, the baliff produced from some Night Court, in other words, the spike was punched and Christos' flapping loincloth was a vague resemblance to philip glass' head, which in turn was passing judgement upon not for too much rounding a-stand with sizes and colors some augmented in brazen thumb trumping, others stinted like good wisdom pearly latent chompers, confirming the necessity for a comprehensive eugenics program as dictated by an international dental plan cabal of sin and scattered paws. but of course, I declined to comment.
snakefeast:
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