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Syringes on the floor of the rape cave.

"...the shell of it is cast aside, marginalized, until it becomes but a mere reminder of its past life, a reminder that will crack until it's dust. and when that dust is blown away in some mild, unmemorable wind, so too will the reminder of that life become unmemorable, unremarkable, forgotten."

Word Games #2

Earth bras only on creatures that close shoes,

Squid steel burrows down except when unfortunate solar aliens breed,

Change moustache bellies,
bury drunk dandelions without clothes.

Word Games

Truly,
we only eat fire once within each sacramental offering.






Justifiably,
by our actions,
faith,
cosmic interferences between brooding lizards: our agenda supplies knowledge.

Talk your way into silence.

Double-Meaning #12

"You have a nice nailbed."

"God, make me good...but not yet."