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smoker's palette: the night I made 42 friends
OKcomputer

Michigan friend with Cucool de Tink
 1
Boxcar hopper, cool box cat:
 2
I can't believe you don't like that box.
 3
composeur of 2tool dechat2
 4
welcome bullet lashing
 5
lead hole sink song in right lung
 6
milk spill
 7
song sung.
 8
wear with care ze cigarettes in hair.
 9
Humana! Humana!
 10
DOB, favorite food, drug of choice:
 11
pollen.
 12
flower, the better cunt
 13
huff it hard
 14
oralgasm i swear to god
 15
vision organs lick for hours
 16
then watch it wither
 17
the life evaporates
 18
 
 
I take my pipe. the music becomes cock hard.
 19
women with hair as spider nests
 20
[keep buttnaked astronauts there,
 21
licefaced,
 22
sip the blood bring oaktree erections
 23
rip skalp, jizz so hard their heads crack
 24
dew drops on the spider web --]
 25
stir their cunts with the splintered femur of a famous playboy
 26
in clever droll, veiled eros
 27
they beg to my loin for cigarettes
 28
bloom their peelies for a nod to my wallet
 29
with evading eyes they are living mirrors
 30
i frown to my reflexion
 31
 
 
jamul, shes a buddhist or something.
 32
chain smoking buddhist. rural buddhist.
 33
skate-boarding sport-fucking buddhist.
 34
ghetto anorektic holy saint of the lockjawed rats
 35
got a wig bed in the third dumpster behind Shitney's Wigs
 36
mother of the heroin vishnus in the open mic night, fux em all
 37
 
 
i'd like to move two fingers along her palms
 38
three up the wrist
 39
four round the elbow
 40
they five engage
 41
t climb the hair ropes
 42
strum the neck:  Nessun Dorma
 43
from behind the tombstone tooth
 44
and the trees alive beneath fortunate fruits
 45
 
 
black mother, bisexual bigender
 46
confused for a man, speaks in salads
 47
they think shes crazy but god put her tongue like that.
 48
they thinks ebonix cos she black
 49
 
 
suicidal shiva, make loves with God amighta die
 50
i'll rob her corpse
 51
and wear her clothes
 52
and they will be worn twice for self killing
 53
we will become kitchen appliances.
 54

31 Mar 09

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with all my reading here i think my mind is stuck to the wig bed in the third dumpster ... this is a  real question... is this rap poetry... j.g. smiles
 — goeszon

yes
 — OKcomputer

blitz = ok
 — unknown

fuck yeah
 — noodleman

can't say i was on board the whole time, but i really like this piece
 — nemissk8

great work, would love to hear it.
 — crepaway

Tres formidable
 — bettalpha

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