Throw a wingding Thursday, October 24, 2002 Tonight's sleep will be sleep. The rival worlds collide. The peak of existence melts in your mouth, not in your hand. Hulkster, the bulkster, the skulkster, the sulkster. I am all these things, and yet, I am none of them. As facade as my witness, I sink nude like Swamp Thing into the pair of jeans inside my soul. I make a mark with coal. This mark says rhythm method of birth control. Baby's got back. Baby is a troll stuck inside a hawaiian roll. The birth will switch the celestial pole. Our love will no longer return null. |
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