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Three vitamins...bit and red
and covered in my puke lay before me undigested minerals in there too like copper and iron nickel and manganese like manga comicbooks drenched in backwards thinking yellow and short stereotypical imperious fatuous and sexual deviance. We dopeslap mutter underbreath, "Thank you, thank you so much for my health." then the green tea despair and life anti-oxidents, riboflavin, caffeine and tender greens heartburn scoffing (coffee, coffee, coffee cakes and roasted not toasted beans) what does alligator mean here in snowstorms here in liberty-land. Here in lies and golden domes? it's all so disconnected, these drugs one-a-day it says multi-vitamin is says 75 tablets it says. just shy of a 1/5th of a year. I see it all from here, the dream of imortality of pent up immorality, hard cocked hoping for harder and the convertible the bimbo, the mother-figure wrapped in a red silky thong, the prostitute, the nun, the daughter in each horse pill pharmacy stamped to lure me back to an annual physical. the stethoscope against my stomach phone ringing, angels kicking stones roughage lettuce bran flakes, long walks along the rocky beach she says, "Fried Clams!" her hair blows in the seabreeze cranberry juice all over the place or blood. Dying slowly so slowly that's me |
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