no thing but Flip Flops
" Hi, I'm wearin' nothing but flipflops My hands go to the sky, because the aloneness is inside of this house It's been here for 37 years. It makes the sky drop into the bucket of 5 years of time. Time rotates around itself, and I see the sun go down an dup. And it makes the sun creamy and delicious like a sunday pie. She baked it for 5 hours which was 10 hours too long. And the sun rotated around the head of the child who sang no more songs, No More Songs She made a bet with her aunt and she lost, and her aunt gave her a chocolate noogie on top of her head. She blossomed a red scarlet letter. She made herself bloom like a Singapore lung fish. She had the answer written on her finger tip, but she made herself a yellow bird who died and fell thru the curtain that separated a flying ship from her own... neck. She tied herself up and drowned herself in the bottom of the ocean she found a framed poster board with her next door neighbor's name. And he crushed his lips and sang about the Irish folk dancer, Louisa Von Bitsburg. She found a bottle of green soap. And she tore thru her life span, with a grated cheese unicorn. And we all laughed, like separate entities, to be... the end.
Coldness
Tuesday night... No body sees the world. A lightning bolt extracted. A newscaster from lady buying a water bottle. Sleep inside the water scone kissing bulbs of rice and garlic slave. Don't eat me; I'm a ship in a crunchy tinsel begging washing machine. Dig the grave and sleep on the racecar biological weapon snickers bar. Leaving Las Vegas, white winter, bloody skillset, knickerbockers ricegum water fluid. Feel the fields, See the wine flowing under the sky. The tin cup woes push our noble science, cordial benefactor. Watch the next door app feel the whining course of organ doning. Won't you sleep with the coldness and forget the pole?...
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