Why can’t we live without ribs?

Me and my monkey

not enough dead zombies

across a campus shooting

stench of death

Beside Ben

this is drivel

Greco-Roman

Jupiter cardinals

singing frogs of

Alabama’s fury insanity.

Soul-kitchen.

I can cook too, in Spanish pictures.

Bugs Bunny-blender.

Sunny-Spanish-scalpel-souls.

Whiskey-bullets

in the kumquat ivory.

Fornicates, dies.

Like silken jazz.

rough blue shit explosions.

Now.

Now.

Here.

Penis.

Dis.  I see sex.

Keeanu Reeves.

Pointless controversy.

Shoot’em up, meteor storm far away, so why not now?

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