The bleak bunny shrugs in his shroud

• Spontaneously combusted in the ear of our Lord. Clumps of oily residruids cling to the buttery balcony. So we get up off our knees and march in the street. But we give up too easily.

• Slick butter gutter gives me orders, a Spew World Order. We got the futons of the doomed. A forest full of accurate bones.

• There's no more bird calls because they all died. This was kept out of the news. clay urns of bubbling butters.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While you were in all those dreams, I saw a rider approaching. On the mast I fly a drunken kite. And no one gets to vote if they float above the coyote rain. You'd better tighten your brain. Somewhere up mute beach that no one ever reaches. All is forlorn in the eye of the storm.

Now we are unlocking the sunrise. It's a big surprise to bask in this forbidden light. A Shaman on the run but the whole world is a loaded gun. Put a fork in it, because freedoms done. a disaster waiting to unhappen. Happy bullets sing towards the exit wound. A restful coma on a mullet sofa. The secret hour. A deep tent where we park our rent. A samba for somebody and a thimble full of cheese.

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A underground sky scraper in the land of vegan apes. The concrete shoe store. The tiny eternity. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A sticky merkin in a cheese infused meadow. A gullible bulletin from those political fellows. The sour hour is approaching with great klaxon bells. The bitch coin exchange margin. The butter bong in the hands of our LORD.