the pressure of the empty spacesurrounding your palms hand fingertips and earthenware genitalsthat we watch eb and flownothing touchingonly fieldsand bits of information...the scientist awakens again and notices there is a placea place for all those thingsinside the confines of his new quantum sex toyday and night.with said new device of godlike pleasuretirelessly he fucks himself.tirelessly the the niggers are fucking themselvestirelessly whitey buffs himselfadmiringly our hero tries losing himselfdropping his keys...leaving pieces of himself everywherelike a maggot wishing for a chrysalisam i not the worm?do i not move by squirm?
more questions drip outmorphine likethey are release as well as addicting prisonone leads to the next without closing the door behind him or her.people try and reach new levels without leaving the old ones...
like ok. imagine you are trying to take an elevator but you dont want to leave the first floorimagine how thin you stretch yourself
let go of the ghettolet go of the backwoodsstop talking so damn loudact decentfuck your pridefuck that identityis that what you think you are? your big speakers?a piece of fried chicken?watermelon?an annual police controlled parade?a waving flag?i look at flags wavingand i see large sheets of linen,which become huge green leaves of iceberg lettucs... and i am there as the maggot... in between them alltrying to find a cool place...a place to chill yall the fuck out...
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