* <<F77.0068>>
*NIGHTLY*
IN MY MIND ASLOPE
MY IDIOT BALLS CREEP-ROLL TOWARD YOUR DEPRESSING FORCE
OF GRAVIC BEAUTY AND CLACK
AGAINST YOUR BRICKWALL SHITHOUSE
.
ATHWART YOUR FIREWALL SHITHOSE
I CRUMPLE AWAY SAPPED,
NUTS CRACKED , HEART SOILED ,
TO THIS SQUEAKY MOTHERFUCKER +SOFA+ ~LOVE~ SEAT
WITH BARELY THE ENERGY TO WRITE A SHITTY POEM
BEFORE CAPITULATING WITH MYSELF
TO RESET THE ENTIRE MORONIC CONTRAPTION
IN DREAMLESS SLEEP
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Excerpted from:
PUBLIC NOTES (F)
http://alph.laemeur.com/txt/PUBNOTES-F
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