Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Detonation Fragments

surge throughout the behemoth

sloth length ways to segment the leanwards

Penelope harder that ever you have

to buy this one for its against quivers, steam alley

over bearing noodle capacity to invigorate

this. The scapula in round

tine over tine my fork sails mainly

for vast profit and underpants, deftly

under-apparent Calhoun, the street of burdens

lord over safe houses raid up bathroom

crunch bucket, cleaning the crab

out of heavy traffic, dead lifting

organs out of blank wishes, tong erasers

and frogs from every orifice of youth.

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