Forsooth my ass
dreaming quietly about the lipid lipid of my family
and TV
auhchch
I choke on smokey meat in love that doesn't really exist
or that erupts from my mouth from my mother
how evanescent that little display
this September air isn't cold enough
I dance with llamas
if I didn't I would leave.
This thing . . . This beautiful collection of words . . . This is enlightenment. I would pay you to write these. No joke.
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