a summer riot soufflé
flambéd lychees and cliché
don the quiche of punchlines
the drugs were running about
the standing crowd in the stadium was rammed
thousands of people pouncing around and laughing
hit the point once and then give it a tremendous whack
once more unto the breach
we will fight them in the ditches and trenches ... the gutters
bring me my musket of desire
not exactly
a golden globe
gulp dim mak whak
whip staff a dirty protest
a chase movie increasingly
distressed ... putting my foot
down I will hammer this out ...
the paint is running restless tossing
sauté a truffle with nasty hypoclorite sodas
a golden globe
gulp dim mak whak
whip staff a dirty protest
a chase movie increasingly
distressed ... putting my foot
down I will hammer this out ...
the paint is running restless tossing
sauté a truffle with nasty hypoclorite sodas
3am 17.01.13. © Lizarikk
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