the high whining cry
of filthy notions brought to light:
Hey, skinny nose! Bring fresh rattlers
to the crib, willya?
On, slowly on drift dead skin cells,
giving credence to entropy.
What else should go wrong?
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College student, writer, videographer, photographer. Divorced, disgraced, reforming, redeeming. Optimist. Good with funny voices and impressions. Dissatisfied with the dominant paradigm. Love to love. Joy is outdoors, amongst trees. I can whistle. Movies and music are musts.
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