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Forgetting Ca'lifornia +dE'state'O'theeUnion
there ain't nobody home & thee party party
p
art
y has been in fullswing aint nobody
home\party-in-full
swang
since thee earliest days eye can remememememember -
(~--jus'put thee pillies in me bypass-hole & watch the magic
start,like when aye acci'dentedly spilted coffee up'on me
balded pate today thru nofault nor fate of my own in
fullfaith & grinning credit grinding thee likes of these'ere
plasticards for I to buy'bye a new new new hot percolator,
& wait for Love to come'n'share it width Me--~)
as
by a similar same tok'en, the Universe is fckn dead
bristling wit twinkling
life-living glitter'n'glee,
happymonstermthrfckrs
set-the-pace while imbecilic
me gigglejiggles
wit adipose aplomb & ass
gas venting wit'out
control/no safety valve /
methanizing thee nookincrannies of civil subburps &
citadel'a'like[s],
but who was I talking
ab
out
when this ventriliqui spoke over me, my-eye'ear precept[s]
&
the bestbetter lightfixtures
tha'money
can buy'bye
I h'ear
that when one dies, one
feels as if one never
had a home, nomatter
howmany homes one was
th'ought to have had
possessed /
[b]___________________________________________________________
dkzk2014FOTO:"IHeardThePrelateSayFuckYouToWho?"by:dkzk[/b]
p
art
y has been in fullswing aint nobody
home\party-in-full
swang
since thee earliest days eye can remememememember -
(~--jus'put thee pillies in me bypass-hole & watch the magic
start,like when aye acci'dentedly spilted coffee up'on me
balded pate today thru nofault nor fate of my own in
fullfaith & grinning credit grinding thee likes of these'ere
plasticards for I to buy'bye a new new new hot percolator,
& wait for Love to come'n'share it width Me--~)
as
by a similar same tok'en, the Universe is fckn dead
bristling wit twinkling
life-living glitter'n'glee,
happymonstermthrfckrs
set-the-pace while imbecilic
me gigglejiggles
wit adipose aplomb & ass
gas venting wit'out
control/no safety valve /
methanizing thee nookincrannies of civil subburps &
citadel'a'like[s],
but who was I talking
ab
out
when this ventriliqui spoke over me, my-eye'ear precept[s]
&
the bestbetter lightfixtures
tha'money
can buy'bye
I h'ear
that when one dies, one
feels as if one never
had a home, nomatter
howmany homes one was
th'ought to have had
possessed /
[b]___________________________________________________________
dkzk2014FOTO:"IHeardThePrelateSayFuckYouToWho?"by:dkzk[/b]
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