We're getting away with Somalia.
Pirates at night grenade lights soar/
bones into a dark globe. Morse code.
What's more cold than a pirate, straight old
like an island rum fermentation pro-vi-sion.
Robbin hoods like I'm chillin with my goods.
Trying to be those number one guys. Coasts
grow towards you at night, coves come
under your girl's blouse. Some impossible
Blagojevich, toy czar us. Wasn't the last one
a tyrant? The man tyrannosaurs in black
gold bands; black neon snow seas, Aden.
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Jolly-woggle heresy.
If you have ever:
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
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