This is a manic's world, after all,
folder open, carrion on
the grill, Bill, just flew it on that big hangar rig
yesteryear, I swear...
...I suggest puppet patterns with the best of them, supposedly all I have to do is trumpet and a bird comes
Like thumbs learning to be green rather than being born so, so, so... shameless,
coming out of the womb alive and shiny and brine
saltflats belie flats of salty slats, crustacean fossils,
sediment, tectonic--oh,
when you talk about the crust, just
remove it Ruby, just undress your chest
with treatures unheard of and holy words
under the breath... i'm already here and I've
never been nearer to
next to nothing.
And yes, I'm not bluffing.
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