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FA-Q Cocoa Krispies on Sunday for brunch lavender corpses lying hither-tither cockatoo squawking across the hall my dead dog lays dead America is no more United... then the gap in one of my boyfriends teeth mofo who you trying to fool that pother is a bother take it to Nairobi where they don't care infinite wisdom isn't question destiny I know that bitch is guilty like justice is blind lame ducks do fly with splint wings and bills crack quack heart attack instant karma and lightning strikes a hooker hooks a hook and swipes his visa twice for good measure it looks contagious but its not spaghetti sticking to a wallflower noodle-roni a San Franciscan treat in or out the box I pouted about it until morning came and then I came with it sun glowing keep smoking the buzz was nice and fuzzier than my slippers or TV screen what in the hell did Marlo do with Phil anyway... fa-q October 10th 2013
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