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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Dregs & Other Unreadables crest, gel, and bad oral hygeinethe plaque on my molars is half an inch thick
and tastes like rotting potato the grit of it sings a power ballad that aches from crown to root that bleeds along the gums and cracks walnut shells like a snare swish, swish the green antiseptic and the soft sting of joy spit out the dreams of our best entanglements tongues, twisted limbs and salty spasms from our groins. all of that, less all of that more all of that us and the unbrushed incisors we gnash with fear that our toothless doom is here. |
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