* <<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

--
Excerpted from:

PUBLIC NOTES (F)
http://alph.laemeur.com/txt/PUBNOTES-F
©2015 Adam C. Moore (LÆMEUR) <[email protected]>