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Whip whip whip
The family says I am too skinny when my mind is against the wall
No drips, just sauce for the joy of the internet:
Violence, aggression
Some sort of social collective
Lending me its ears
I am want to be in haven for purport of
Stickiness
Last demise
I fell three stories
Swooped in, savior so calm
So downtown is pretty after all
Just got to be dying to love it
The inanity of the written word and the progressive death of English
Are the soul and kindred kindle of people lusting for romanticism
An oxymoron of sorts
That death should be communicable is all but ridiculous
Atrocity after atrocity, I see how phrases are combined
Not a one seems to invent
No probability of denial
No soul in the restroom’s kitchen
Just fecal barf on the page
The authors cherish their efforts
They do as they would were they alone
Infatuated, the stars in the people’s eyes
Inane, once again, but true
So it hits, block; it hits
Some craven morsels time their ignition
To take others down
Town is still my favorite one
Until it develops
And then it’s professorial
So hug the word
Shame on you two
