So gracious and fine, stood calloused to wine.
Don’t reach away you’re so not my type rape a friend while
she watches and touches herself.
So have your mind centered on pastor’s breasts,
permit me open this blouse and expose my true death.
I’m prepping it, prepping her for the big boat.
Danofsky, ran up
through the fingernails, dead. Girl speak and lipstick.
I could check myself,
see if it’s not possible. And doctor. The shoe clunks on autopsy table red and points
to Rose as gasp.
And we have him drunk
we lie him up. British mob.
I lynch you up the deadwolf, how did he do that, neck snap in wolf jaw lives.
Irish jig of Loo Orleans.
Look at you, Ann, clumsy.
Hello, it’s talking about you, I’m a-happy-fraid.
Clumps are gloves. The
clumps! Old shout in silent shadow.
Still dancing to the jig in my head torture. If only you
could hear it.
Living dead.
Don’t shout it
outside!
Purpose unfulfilled though had found her in time
Purpose unfulfilled though had found her in time
Purpose unfulfilled though had found her in time
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