drip-dry brain cell masterbation Harry homeowener hatchet job lopsided tensions blurred visions in heat minimalistic thoughts in tecno-color spent skunk seed lingering on my own plantation of industrial hell i stood laughing as i coughed up my bile covered heart three women danced on what appered to be my morality barbed-wire bedroom babes radioactive Posiden eyes manic icicle pop manuvers flesh-tone foolhardy jesters lunched out on my blood sucking pump deluxe manic pillboxes chilled white colored blue balls as extasy imprinted her mark apon my chest membrane wishbone alter alter-ego maniac regurgitated thoughts packed away for another time i babbled a brook or a word or two trapped inside by a million lights only 21,000 days to leave this tatered rag
Reason for writing:
balance for my last poem!
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