Saturday, April 2, 2011

NOTHING BUT BLAND BEHIND THE CURTAIN


A bunker of saviors is kinsman to funny—
that's where equilibrium comes from.
Prick militias stencil drowned craves
through the night and catcall. But enough truths.
Rentals befit modern wrinkles as no fasts recorded
vent into occupied lethargy. A swindle will do
for good shooting. A no-haters guarantee
disease is only a walk blind people
shed fingerprints with. Glee like that can't be forged,
and so much for interruption luminously
doggy style, natch. Nachos? (Strictly fake.)

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