Monday, January 20, 2025
Aspirin
Aspirin, and the, my God, eszopiclone. Just give it up. Astro poet. Astro farce,
designating the constellations? As if you give a fuck? Come, meet me in the
closet at Barrymore and Vine. Jungle busts and cheap, sweet wine. Go on, you
fakery faker. Let’s both succumb, sourdough, worshipper. I’ll take a bite out of
you; do you know the film? Brewster, Packard, Duesenberg, blue? Don’t you know
the truth? Skinny owlwed eyed dooped de doo? Let’s get it on! Let’s call the
cosmos what they are telescopic assumptions patterned medieval screeches, all
the other prehistorica, familia. Ganglia. I want to fuck you, too. For KEK. BOO
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