I'm a lay down for the train
go up like propane
like cocaine
like inverse
kleptomaniac
lint garden
in my obverse
hybrid
dessicated
sauerkraut
proboscis

I'm running a theft ring
out the back door of the Salvation Army

he screamed
into the ruins
of his coffee
cup

shattered there on the floor

shipped out
to the containment and relocation center
to be
shaved
tagged
frozen
packaged
and launched into oblivion

see what your comet hath wrought

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I am devoting the rest of this blog to crazy
like back in the good ole days

why the fuck not

I think you will like it
better