scooter my experimental garden-path see the light

of day mauled by species of roach eight numerous exhumed tally

at doors death but lacking of gleam go forth rubbered grips crack anyway paddle-

pop stick limbs fused to the road your best friend of convenience

bristled a jolt forces red hair he’s telling the big-side boys to fuck off

crazed not much else in remake just a skivvy & afl teachers

doing a nipple-dance let us retreat & mime cough romantic excuses out

excavate a bleached ball & reanimate the kid docile to bury headless barbie

mid-autumn vacuous year schedule intensity back a season or tune instrumental arrays

into 440hz fights nightly nicely & bright in paved mania assume some blitz

to coordinate the yoyo hula the moon as it signals hearth

the slated tussle like unforgettable chow mien

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