wam! what a way to sleep

by welded sprocket

Posted to Poetry on 2004-04-07 01:58:00

Parent message is 633411
some pynchonian byron the bulb epistle not quite scary but with perfect tone and can’t quite figure what snot black is but think/remember how it tastes, maybe… there’s no place like home, ruby red slippers nope we’re still in oz no matter what, toto, even if oz never did give nothing to the tin man, that he didn’t all ready have

bloated mouse corpse shifting organs and widening the yellow walls inhaling you


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