Excess

square bone gushes on the mangled edge of darkish spatters while smooth whores wail and writhe in the woods my TV died of testicular cancer shiny tits illusion sparkles around synthetic mountains through the holy sleep the big toe survived the plague and now it’s squirting words of milky wisdom and black crackling cum the square jaw has come
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sensual anxiety puking its fuchsia gall on the final pie of sidereal panic
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slit human spleen
drowsing in a silver bag
cold lymph shower
on the back of the three dicks beast
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cut off my toe NOW
it’s rotten
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obviousness
is
scarlet