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it’s plain stupid
it’s blue ‘till it’s dark and too late you might wanna look her up on facebook or youtube there’s plenty of her over there hours and hours of ravishing meatloaves hammering frantically she's tearing herself apart like an overdosed octopus everything on the outside thin like a screen open to everybody 24 h always ready to be digested through the sickest organ ever invented the organ that feeds us with hunger and then spit out with a yelp, through another crazed organ of ours: “bull’s eye, o captain my captain, I’m through!” slow paced metamorphosis slow enough for us to enjoy the benefits of being marginally humane the last second stretching for hours and hours the count-down slowing down a timeclot of insanity a short recess of destiny, just long enough for us to laugh about the prospect of one day hatching into something else unrecognizable and yet not too much different from what we already are; and her white ribbons, her red hot lips her transparent clothes and her transparent sex, cling to your retina like a promise that can be neither made nor kept.
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