i wish i could write a manifesto. One that would wring the ears of modern society
We stand on our tongues like a pony ride in the park
on a street corner talking way too loud
as babies wake up and down cuz its midnight all over the walls and we cant back up from all the sterilized abusers
who dyed their hair for better of verse when no ones looking for miracle whips and chains like gestapo madness on jewish rye sandwich shop around the clock while i sprint and words words words are stoned on meat and fish with poultry papers lovely luscious lady down the block all headstrong as hell and a double shot of crazy. Its survival of the fittest fattest hawg wild dead calm disaster faster than the speed of light this joint pu-leeeze...
She longer for hours of pain and p[leasure principles and presidents liking the mean weenie pie baby and boy did she dig abuse. i handed her my meat and potatoes with a side order of mothers bakery straight from hell and you said so did I and you never thought you'd see that level of perversion straight off the rack as if we were limited to tiny skulls and hairy turds and table settings like sunshine and sweet humidity roaming planets like fungus slime and salmon spittle. its all home sweet home on the range. its all tropical fruits and birds of prey and a senseless darling whore god love her 
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