The underwater kite by GoPsUx As I sit here reevaluating the sparrows of my morbid pain. I dream of rabid Twinkies of false knowledge. I see pink turtles of loving hatred run marathons across my brow. What came first the chicken or the seal?? I wonder.. And just who rubs the genitalia of hope held therein. Is it your hand that pats me jokingly during my momentary hours of seldom pain. Where are my shoes? I long for salad..
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