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The evening sends us a not.
Tubes of goo. Gorgeous fighting
Takes a blink to get used
Under the ouija freedoms.
Now I am four. Plunk down
Your right of refusal,
This is a major mess we're closing
Up a fuss-up. Chow. Bane of
Bane manor. Chrome
Up your kitchenette, wouldja?
Now I am understanding Nietzsche.
A palace of loyalties,
Strewn with midget carpentry.
Pangs of pyjama-wishing. Pshaw.
Freestyle! Oma, oma, oma,
Gimme a wide-wale effervescent
Now I don't know how you
Measure the mothers. It breaks me
Over its knee. It wakes up the knot.