blue spinning where forecasts go undisclosed manic
one sec in cold air a span of time turns bluish-red
stedicam scrunches its focus
a live feed
from the bottom of a magnified accident
hey, you seen my verbs anywhere?
it’s what they call an unloving error
or in today’s argot, buffoon mishmash
Gironde stunt roof slip give it yr best clot
all the slum songs go sling
you’re all apart
in a well-adjusted blank
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