Let us sink and seek the miraculous,
steal from the clothesline of nostalgia.
The crushing weight of a pith helmet.
The quandary that every exit out opens in.
What is not remembered still exists;
the song never plucked rings still.
Cease stifling epismetological masturbation.
In the end, very few will comprehend.
Hard feet on a barewood floor. Then flush.
Iced sausages and cold blood for breakfast.
French toast boasts an aftertaste of paper.
Sign on cafe: Enter ye and be devoured.
It is always eat up or be eaten up.
What is the reference of it in that sentence?
Converse with horses in a dingy sushi bar.
Horoscopes promise passionate promiscuity.
Sometimes cigars can act like pricks.
Two hours of smoke an extended orgasm.
Purchase a pack of Godzillas. Enjoy.
You are responsible for whatever you read.
Do not assault Noman's ears for explanations.
Twist the goddess's knickers from nostalgic rope.
Wear them well where you will wear them.
Feel the miraculous swell and understand.
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