MALADDENDUMS
10.25.2006
(humming citrus shines)
My brain is the talent built out of feathers wrestling the meaningless midnight aims.
posted by Kid Swinging at
1:43 AM
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(break the bottled evening)
(and the races on)
(slip, hold and low)
(this machete kiss)
(all along)
(a list of maws)
(holding streaks)
(less fault the skies)
(spear the asterisk)
(kicking guise)
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