16 Jan

the snæl senses crunchy water
you wouldn’t want to stand in her way
the snæl is a real hydro homie
please spare my cæbbæges
nobody wants to salt Gail the snæl
i feel terrible but what are you gonna do

14 Jan

player has joined the game
player has left the game
player has joined the game
player has left the game

stand or 11ɐɟ

30 Dec

a hooplehead yells do wn from the w indo w of the f(l)at (fl) at the girl below:
you should v e smashed the fuck i ng typewriter instead
o f the w(h)ine bottle
(ǝ1ʇʇoq ǝuıʍ ǝɥʇ ɟo pɐǝʇsuı ɹǝʇıɹʍǝdʎʇ ǝɥʇ pǝɥsɐɯs ǝʌ,p1noɥs noʎ)
but she walks resolutely to
the bus shelter the baseball diamond the
ca r
gets in turn s over the en gin e
it star(t)s and the gent is left with a well-oiled Under
and no imagin (machin) ation
the air smells oddly of railroad or carbon.
Donald Trump is on a cigar magazine proclaiming the virtues of gambling
(this is 1997)
zydeco is leaking out of the speakers
leaking out of canals and alleyways
and in the aftermath of a thirteen ear year marriage
gone tow(ard) the equat or,
someone alone somewhere craves blackened catfish along
a muffuletta.
kit-kat (fish_)

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