Your hell is better than my heaven / A.P. Lewis Chelsea Wolf
Guilty of stage fright it’s sentimental nostalgia’s a thing of the past sanctimony is chastity replace hot brush teeth too kewl kids upstairs start a plastic soul call it the sleepy ha ha’s begin online petition to save plates from chickens what’s a cave man to do protein got us towards ineffable light some neighborhoods you’re frowned on if you dress down others if you dress up kulchur vultures tore up the translation of Voynich Manuscript in restroom next to Reader’s Digest one set of morals for the rich the other reserved for the poor is there no going back a woman’s tongue is nice but god made d—k for a reason don’t mind baseball but games I’m against lock yr. farmers’ daughters up here comes the new enemy you’re a charlatan I’m a barbie doll chymical weddings we’re going back to the place where the good music plays we’re going back to the place where the good music plays t.v. eye in the sports coat with the occasional tie my toes is froze futurists were ahead of their time infinitely on hold the problem with here is there’s no irony.
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