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VISUAL DECAY LOVE IN THE POOR ASSHOLE UNIVERSE

   My ghostly, reflected in the oriental watermelon with Janice
                       as hard as the mushy ping-pongs bounce(blood!)
   Off my quasi-positronic shields  I STILL TELL LIES IN THE BEDROOM!  Can this be...Poetic Terrorism?
I(I)shit and eat the off-purple snow, just to the right and amidst
                                THE ONE-GRAINED SANDBOX!
As the puddle drips, the berries(PACKERS DO A MUMMY ON THE
                                                                                     HORSES)
  To save America's mouthful of dirt, Love Activation required!
   GOD LOVES YOU?

 

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