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Dark Aquarius, Tetanus Lockjaw
Then, there was nothingness in my abomination.
From the cornice of my mind. Dark's Aquarius,
Tetanus Lockjaw. Without a jigger of gin to spill.
Unemotionally smitten by the signs of the Str8 on
the Ouija including pigs and stones. "Grandmom,
what big eyes you have!" Better to salivate, than to
bone the old crone. Listening to the Wooly Bully
pounding the ground. Running the gauntlet of
Twilight's cleft jaw. Beneath the omelet moon
winging through the door. Wagging my truncheon as
Mr. Sandman brings me a dream of a ham sandwich
on rye before you die. From the cornice of my mind.
Dark's Aquarius, Tetanus Lockjaw. Triggered by the
latte's smothering insomnia.
From the cornice of my mind. Dark's Aquarius,
Tetanus Lockjaw. Without a jigger of gin to spill.
Unemotionally smitten by the signs of the Str8 on
the Ouija including pigs and stones. "Grandmom,
what big eyes you have!" Better to salivate, than to
bone the old crone. Listening to the Wooly Bully
pounding the ground. Running the gauntlet of
Twilight's cleft jaw. Beneath the omelet moon
winging through the door. Wagging my truncheon as
Mr. Sandman brings me a dream of a ham sandwich
on rye before you die. From the cornice of my mind.
Dark's Aquarius, Tetanus Lockjaw. Triggered by the
latte's smothering insomnia.
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