January 12, 2011
Yossarian Hunter
kiss
intoxicating,
like the first
gentle
waves
of an opium dream.
mesmerizing,
this robber of speech,
this stealer of tongues.
a hundred lonely spirits
look down gently
over the shoulder,
a brief epiphany
with the meaning
lost
in the moment
and the moment
simply
lost.
intoxicating.
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Welcome to the muddied trough. Where all words mean to us is a depiction of life's filth. Pretty syllables are like cancer sores from hell
Andre Riot
These bridges burn
Like jock itch or
Souther Atlanta heat
Burning chocolate brows
I walk with coffee
Leftover on my lips
Like a hooker
With BlowJob residue
My dick hard from
The last cheeseburger I ate
Like Ron Jeremy on
Hollywood audition
Like jock itch or
Souther Atlanta heat
Burning chocolate brows
I walk with coffee
Leftover on my lips
Like a hooker
With BlowJob residue
My dick hard from
The last cheeseburger I ate
Like Ron Jeremy on
Hollywood audition
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