a poem for today, 7 October 2012

a poem for today, 7 October 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of fifteen sentences and its image]

Piss off fuck face.
This is not a pipe.
We found a real gem.
I had my face done.
Get over yourselves.
You've eaten earwax.
Give him a blow job.
Enjoy the jewelry.
Look at her lips.
Use insecticide. 
This is not rain.
A change in enunciative value is produced as a result of the new system of inscription, which because it is organized, has wide-ranging, yet regulated, effects.
Some people, though, simply do not 'telegraph' any information about their sexuality.
Here's the kicker.
You should think of a lesson as a weapon in love.

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