Distant shit sailing in from the mist
buried truth so far off
tooth-burp
Burp the persecutor within
you're going to saddle in your mower
Friend to MARTA
you look into the fiery furnace
You teacher
in the hairy moonlight
in the smoke
with a small dark lick
Furl hard the judges
It's a shat libra
One of the ones gave birth to a prince
take the children and place them
at the feet of a Harley
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Where the pressure's down
but his shawl left here in style
Dump my dick
You could be known as the most
A noose of you has come down the line
Snake-modeling today
Conjure being important
Got to hellion your Hell
Two inches scoundrel
The land of pummeling bliss
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He's got no place to skate to
He's a wonder of the Earth
people hounded and torn
He was creaturesized
The chance has a dipstick
A goon at his back
They pray for a night-day
They trampled a bomb
What has a dung to wear too many scars?
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Man-things
ruse at us
for a man has invented his doom
first step was touching the loom
They gloom him for life
they set him on a pathway
Now there's a woman on my blog
she just sit there facing a hill
Now he's helping
Anus-eyes
in a cold chill
A stag-knit pool
man is a poster
this woman on my blog
she'll just sit there as a knight
gross, still
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Dixie cud-bean
the low capris
Sometimes Satan may come as a man-up
both hands can be full of bleach
Sometimes Satan comes as a manna-piece
Sometimes Satan comes as a manta, pees
foray-glimpse
the pussy that you don't just lease
Sometimes Satan comes as a man of pee
In the valise of your skull
He knows just where to talk to you
He'll put bogus arms around you
Sometimes Satan comes as a man appeased
Somewhere in Mama's wheat-bin
she's holding, in her little white shoes
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My flesh hurts from Taiwan
my milk-buckle
It was put together by a guy naked
Joe Green got in the way
the frown-parts from Pakistan
while the worm-arms he slaved for sure
a lot of money to hurt
Pill-greed
did Microseed rule the world
This world is ruled by violins, frown-Broadway
a man bought a doo with his test-tube doo
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It's a log
look how sweet
Neither otter known forgives
The size of she wakes up
one said to the love man, see my face in the mist
token untrodden path
who can devour the troop
Outside of two men
their waging for Spring
smoke and down the track
Love-man, seed my face and live
Moon-time, into the narrow lanes
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I need you all, who are these people walking towards you
No more faction-nets misplaced
no more butt-cake creatures in your arm
When he pled and we didn't ask