she's went to work tonight at the wave totally remodeled pool table big everything imagine her brainspinning that tight pole jawdropping the diamondstudded wilderness
i'm tired the power's gone out it's hotter than hell smoking long drag of solitary cigarette acquainting myself with dark clammy hands of night moonbeaming after joint brushing away pastoral gnats
there's a cop car across the street aggravated white i'm sweating profusely a fat man rides a miniature bmx kierkegaard on lap eyeing all neighborhood nearby school of disquietude included
being something to be all spent wanting more waiting again more sharded consciousness on high television screen flickering insided all crazy in whirlpool of mind please be my beauty institute my risque my love and stuff like that
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