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Encephalitis LethargicaAn emanating consideration,
The autodafe, consequentially delimited.
It is a failing belief.
Yet to facilitate a consequence
(of evolutionary antipathy)
And not eradicate your beginning
Above irrigated irradiation
A beneficial solidarity
Is immediately apparent
At the vanguard of slaughter.
A slaughter in wintry blood
Is ascertained deplorable.
Though it subsists deficient;
Every particular nonentity.
Technique of attack –
From beginning to end
Of diminutive dealing.
Archaeological DigI enjoy needlework
Where, sister, is Pipilla?
Why does money make our
Aumorilia was away for too long and
Had a hat, a bygone pillar.
Though traditionally abused,
Now burlesque in totemic celebration.
Food and shelter showed certain
An elusive attraction
Amend or verify, Gutenburg?
The six-minute adaptation
It came then left in prayer.
Empty ContainerFrom the run of lightbulbs we must nominate
A fire that shall fester in hyserics.
Batteries lay stationary,
Leaning against their customs,
Leaning for speech.
A climate adaptation
Can buy all we need.
The ten gram crazy house
Skims, covered as nothing, like Summer.
The floor is sinking in a Jew's home,
And the black box requires thirty coats of paint (or more)
We left the whores to warm,
For blank, wehod, all of us.
The pschomantis becomes liquid.
Solid in contempt, it lingers,
Unaware, as Oceania
Tries to mark every one of them.
Today, balancing what usually ends,
Pennies, crusting over with mould.
It is harmless, boring.
In 1, 438 suffering partners,
Mutely salvaging our kinder.
TroudedMoist, full our favourite adventuropassenger
Still sleep our oldary
Chilwal'd, day, moment
Sizzlers is a cake
Simon, Simon, Simon's dad.
Breakdangling a large pigeon
Rough fantastic bistill
Bilgaeto isintré in biotochonologi
Cascarled with mnenonio:
a significant democracy contradiction
"Every week I play a different video game, whether it be rented or owned"
Cameras rigged – the match is gone
You're under your head
Sizzlers is a cake
Underneath the tall sky
Scraping across the small binded tomes
Curled up in sickly compassion
The boy asks,
May I be excised.
Caged gramps' antipathy.
We watch the builder retire the fences
His dear cousin grind a mouse through a button
With a match
Tackled, and tackled richly
Captured with a capital thirteen.
Sizzler is a cake
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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