Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Game Theory


Ever come look
here is myself, -ing,
oxycontin chupacabra or
say, friend, Friday
might be nicer, we
desist or trees, trees, trees

my friend knows a painter
named Goya. How ever
could I handle this?
Haven't to lottery

or clean the back brakes
John James, aught if
ever very error. Well,

I declare
tear it into if you have to

MDMA miracle, the
unfurnished, further
than you'd have it cataleptically

elephants I've drawn you
to a very different mist.

To make the imponderable
ponderable, to hold against
you me, if you're on the egde
I think I'll bleed, moving is
a vile calmness.

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