Corn Husk Dolls

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(So, the girls felt the Asian chick..Tammy with a solidified gf was better suited somewhere else…the gfs cute as hell- blond pixie boyish cut, well put together; heavy set, so that bugged em- played on that female aesthetic consciousness of how things work or should work or supposed to work…innocently vs willfully ignorant...chucking like an anorexic looking, big head gremlin-back then…I’m listening to them talk…she loves that girls dirty boxers…she’s not leaving that rubenesque ivory tower…least of all…for any of ya’ll-  wonder why I didn’t have no friends …that’s her animal spirit and you can’t even tell whose topping who…been together so long..them auras had blended together.)
 
Remy Shand---The Colour of Day (With Lyrics) aww shit now wait a minute now hold on hold on…shit he’s too deep too make it make it…that’s what happen. What happen  
 
Museums were overrun
by the industry of
creator loosening;
mantle dolls who narrate
themselves through
their storytelling eyes;
in disclosing;
have no home
and the angels came apart
from those same
broom bound;
wire dazing: fuller skirt-
petticoats gathered
at the hymen for
Seneca held
Ceremonies. like
head basket
shipments
without the faces
without the faces to
surrender expectantly;
breathless.