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Post by thefleetsin on Jan 20, 2022 16:31:47 GMT
catapulting causality across the chambers of the heart
i planted onions in an already irradiated field of world war (insert the number we're up to now) potholes.
expecting the crop harvest to be perfectly fine but little did i know that the number of times one multiplies those bold faced lies still being plied by a fear-based patriarchy the arrived at sums are still just this side of a malarky i can't imagine people line up in droves to see.
granted you can fertilize with human pee but eventually one will need mountains of manure from your sea to shining sea for this brand of blood letting to foresee how you fit that circus act in your to be or not to be.
sjw 01/20/2022 inspired at this very moment in time by the number of clowns ejecting from that tiny little car.
from the 'beguiled series' of poems
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