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delicious kite abnormal weather

I can't cancel the weather. and if whiskey don't kill me. maybe a kite lightning will. tomorrow is the pill. borrowed from time. delicious as women. don't follow me. spent like bullets with names. I will be willing. like Benjamin. starting libraries. the future is ours for the taking. religion, I died. twice tonight. the whole world is electric. inspite of everything. the rain seas me sour. speaking in tongues.

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Tell Me If You've Heard This One Before

(prostitution, accident, super glue, duct tape) a prostitute walks into a bar by accident carrying super glue and duct tape. the bartender looks at him and says what's that for? the prostitute considers the obvious consequences and says for your grandmother billy. get it? the bartender's grandma is named Billy and he was a happy transexual prostitute.

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OgreCarelessSmellyLight

wake with a ocean's roar and an eartquake's growl. and smell the light of carelessness. watch the weekends combine with holidays. and try to color inside the lines. your only souvenir is a suitcase full of sand. put your arms on your backwards heart and kick the can that stems from the plan of innocent childhood. while mother kills mother and drives a honda into the lake. we are nothing but minutes. made to last forever. but we lack the strength to be immortal. misspell everythng. let the ships sail. tell yourself what you are not supposed to do. and run to it. cake is a sample of this coast. with hair down. backs are waterfall moments of misguided trust. just give up. or keep smelling light of night.

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Powerless Dark Pabst Introspection

stuck in an elevator with a lady and a tiger. the lights go out. the tiger hands me a tallboy can. I think about light.

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Mute Fence Glide Last

I don't sleep.

I walk down to the river's bend.

I hear the crickets

and the fish trying to find them.

she is still in cold cabin bed,

while I've been feeling like my old self again.

this is a limerick wasteland,

I raise a glass for the rest of the unforgiven.

cultivate shadows in the moon

of the mid canadian prairies

with the other creatures trying to live

pissing like me.

let me deliver the punchline of the sky

with my eyes

and a shotgun

because hunting for life is so much fun. 

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killer ketchup

grandma billy

makes mean.

it's a lesson too late

for the learnin'.

my jailed lover

puts ketchup on her mashed potatoes.

thanks hasn't been the same

since givin'.

she stabbed her step-dad

and hit him with a rake. 

it was the rake 

that did it. 

pass the luck,

because I want seconds.