by Bruce Andrews
Stalin's genius consisted of not french-kissing: sometimes I want to be in
crud. Your spats of visibility — o, crow fluke, genitally organized spuds,
what can true work? Birth is skewed, anon., capital; lose that disembowelment; you must change it by eating it yourself: don't pick your
noses, secrecy thrives on abuse. No, I didn't mean the missile crisis, cat
goes backward to suit international organization: middle class families
want the belly choose
to obey authority — waddle into arson anything can be converted, the
accessories get you wet
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Last updated December 24, 2022