Philip, you were magnificent when you caramelized...
poem
Oh, puh-leeze.
He need to ghostiness.
"You, Hegel in the cart..."
It's I can the Buddha. Just. Trash him.
Poetry, bill? It came as a dead animal.
But it's not much. understand
They are Shredded Wheat something.
A fifteen foot cow-tongue soaked in blood
wrapped around his or her body
like Iggy Pop with the American flag.
Iconic shit.
What's on t.v., anwyay?
Licking a few you did you?
They are of the ecstasy planet.
I surrendered mine.
I think.....dying is actually I'm floating....
Don't hide an urge anywhere.
I am interested in magazines.
i like like like you.
i did this before...
peace and shit.
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