kiss me like
james bond
bite me
and fuck me
before you save the world

In the land of the blind a one eyed man is king,
But in the land of the senseless a person is lonely.

I stole the sound of folkie

The holy bit of mainly manly doom,
A little speck of a musha boom,
A small section of a womb,
To be tucked in and almost frying,

To burn the sheets all of your chest,
And rid your watches all the rest,
And swim with whales naked lest,
For our dinner you are buying,

I am busy living ready,
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lifeless as of yet,
but wait a year and some filthy
grub will drop kids like bombs and
shatter through dried liquid chicken dust,
and then everyone inside, alive and well is wounded happily.

the Old egg.

do I smell,
I think so sometimes
and other times I don't.

so that was one /\

Haiku!

I listen to tree,
she listens to me and dies,
like the tree she is.

A ski in brothel, first right after the next apostle,
in between the great oil rigs, swarming sea like bile in pigs,

Everyone else is of dancing jigs,
and I am stuck with myself.