But I trust anything filled with angels
all pretty much as the movie coroner.
Considering dead lovers. Wormlike lovers
that ask food who are used to standing on the corner
asking "Which earth so high...?"
And I trust in the trust sky eerie green seats.
And Lucifer, fractal starlings?
Yes. That too.
That giant streaming comments like comets?
Not Him so much.
His little backyard maybe. A little.
He has a face like a rabbit hole.
That can be charming for a gay little Victorian while.
But I did relieve myself of the Douchebagiana collection.
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