The Flythe fly awaits patientlyfor me
Detrismy skin hurts akimbosoon the dreams dreamspain and poison and molotov cocktailsthe elves on top of the radio are mocking me.old jazz that has no radioradio-radioarms akimbo I'min the snake pit shaking i feel blood red pistachioswet vulva cave antsi see nothingi see everything i go somewhere and the rats crawl out of me I drink 7-Up and i want to dieI want to die now or swim in ginschizoid pudding Jell-O gin blossomsrazor blades old gillette man on firethree eyed freaks everywhere7-Up salad.the detris.
the zest of 18 345 is satisfying too.
the memory aint what she used to be, buckwheat.