(from: the Loss Lieder)
understand, spiny toothpick, my seeking’s clinched
you in a basket the
mild only fast fooded like
shadow spar
nick whammy sez: look Troad gotta carry anyone on yr
back out of flames
a grint pitchdom or pitchtree avenue corrupted so to poke
the stammerer’s muddied down
rant gabble
eave it me
special education gistin’ we got
historic natter
this is where starting points
removed
why are there so many sans rootin?
ratted, maybe gaff ramshackle
slip
written house, is prat lost all belong
rack
ham fisty marvel
blocking feel saftied in
mire espy frost i now start
yr engine in these boonies
a symptom
all fairs to sell day
ask not to squelch
only, nutty as a neckslitter’s
gotta be a bluff in a wink knack retain
i keep goin like reasons a
phone rings
they uplouded his ringtone
strangle bringer
loft material one to a
sinking-time i’m
sinking in the rain
what a gouged out
aureate make prose shift happen gets clunky
excellence is our
product a suit
w a red bleach name hornets have low pressure
where the sandwich’d got
notes
i’m keeping you in the crossed n tangled hairs
a frank terror
it’s a club with liking they stake ya thru
the elbows to
keep you on the floor of the
bog
words wing w so much magics
that the burning bleeds
ya gotta love it
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