how they might say, "fucking is forgetting,"
I think of all the pepperoni's we shared
and!
all the dishes we may have done
world war was a dust rag
to this day i can not walk past a cat
without thinking of a pillow...
we were the sandal's of jesus
the tape worms entangled
no longer even enemies
if we look at the stars long enough:
cheese pizza's begin to grow
ordered years ago
but now
we fuck around the room's we are in
and know:
the whiskey's gone
the people we meet are advil
I B PROFEN
...this devil has forgotten the way into the heart
robot mode start
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