“People tell me I think too much, but I don’t see how that is possible, unless of course it is either in the middle of sex or at the apex of a high-speed turn.” Melissa Holbrook Pierson
"Every animal is sad after coitus
except the human female and the rooster."
Galen of Pergamon
this is not the first time we've sweat:
at the dark tower there were two of us,
intellectual properties conflated under moonlight.
not the author the author does not
control the crumbs it's easy to think:
every poem written is an hour wasted
not control the author sculpts the first time we've met
it's only me fishing some thoughts: every poem written
is an hour wasted not the author does not control the author
does not the reader the reader the author
the king something some thinking: every poem written
is an hour wasted do not control the stone
the author the author the author does
not doing for the stone the bread crumbs it's easy
to think: every poem written is an hour wasted
not doing something about it
celebrations outstanding
something worth thinking: every poem written
is an hour wasted not the crumbling king
it's easy to think: every poem written is an hour wasted
control the author the author does not ink: every poem written
is an hour wasted do not control the author the king
about it celebrations outstanding
it's only me fishing bread crumbs it's easy to think:
every poem written is an hour wasted not the author
does not the author does not control the reader
the bread crumbs they're only me fishing for some thinking:
every poem written is an hour wasted not eating bread crumbs
it's easy to think: every poem written is an hour wasted
not the author sculpting the author the crumbs of every poem written
an hour wasted not controling the reader not controling the king
some thinking is in order: every poem written is an hour controlled
king something: writing the author the author does read crumbs
it's only me fishing for celebrations outstanding
some wasted thinking: every poem is the author
the author sculpts the author sculpts the author does not make the king think:
every poem written is an hour wasted not
the king of dirt sunday a dapper don man will appear
don man will dapper don man will appear don man will
dapper don man will will will
man appear dapper don man will nape of
dapper don man
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