contingent upon a new theatrical rendering
from west coast reduction, the stink continues...
mainlining to the sweet bone of contention,
locking the metal door behind irreversible lives...
his popsicle head's off to the crewlest cut of all to
roll down the commercial grade of sharpshooters...
before they carve her up in her flattened state with
a farcical warning neatly drawn in driedberry blood...
in the mystical event that she is still missing nearby
such dis-missives must be obeyed beyond the pale...
and so must an elder legionnaire of foreign means
slump wasted on the back stairs of mitigated loyalty...
a piece of rust toast smeared with milk flames torn
from the corrugated trunk of her stomping grounds...
when does it stop for this whirring craziness to land
upon the concrete implications of a single domicile...
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