whirring air-machine above sucks , my hate has no lack
proximal azns dip their brains into computronics
sushi lunch glides unfaithfully down stately, plump gastrotract
staring at blog screen is a fuck you to my eyes
but there are worse things better for this
for anytime is the best time for a mind terrorized
by everything essentially unsacred and shit
there's a fly in a vial
his copulation will be a trial
when he has no legs after
sitting in molasses for a while
these were written while sitting inside this building :
