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Parched Earth

Saturday, October 17, 2009

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The parched earth absorbs
rain like life depends on it.
suck it. suck it hard.

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don’t look up

Sunday, October 11, 2009

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from rooftops high,
the urban landscape below,
loogies fall softly

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infinity

Sunday, October 11, 2009

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an infinite loop:
the snake swallows it’s own tail,
i suck my own dick.

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Shimmer

Sunday, October 11, 2009

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reflections of stars
twinkle on the surface of
your bukkaked skin

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Preggers

Saturday, March 14, 2009

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The spring promises
new life, as blossoms open.
The strip came out blue.

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wrathful flow

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

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When snow falls the land
is peaceful, but for that patch
of angry yellow

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Two Girls One Cup

Saturday, February 28, 2009

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Carefree girls frolic,
Vomit and feces abound.
The cup gently weeps.

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Avian Rape

Thursday, February 26, 2009

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It is still morning,
yet drowsy doves nod off. I
roofied the birdseed.

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Vaporous

Sunday, February 22, 2009

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A light drizzle on
hot rocks, making vapor rise,
like a Cleveland Steamer.

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that morning sparkle

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

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Morning dew glistens
on the shafts of wild grain.
Semen on your neck.

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Ancient

Monday, February 16, 2009

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Eroticism
in withered blossoms. Strokin’
to the Golden Girls

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The Darkness

Thursday, February 12, 2009

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As the spring arrives,
sun shines in deep crevasses,
I tan my rectum.

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Hiding Moon

Thursday, January 29, 2009

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Moon, where have you gone?
Thick clouds enshroud it, like my
cock and pubic bush.

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Spring Arrival

Sunday, January 25, 2009

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When springtime arrives,
Swallows returns to the land.
The whore, not the birds.

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Dangle

Friday, January 16, 2009

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Two lemons hang there,
one lower than the other.
Just like my testes

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Tears

Monday, September 29, 2008

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Once upon a time
Water fell in the mountains
And from my eyes too.

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