#rawroosterart

the lowercase cock of the walk thumbs through worn out antidotes and faded sexy pictures as the answered prayers raced the figure 8--gym rust tugged on his coat and told him he walked like a horny french prizefighter-- obviously light,gas and water agreed because the last of the ice melted just as the lights went out--unsolicited winged protagonist,postcards,and poltergeists ring the bell of a borrowed portal as the dog inquiries about cheese and pensive actors

mr silverstein and mr bare told me what it meant-- the diesel was sad and frigid and asthmatic --the weatherman admitted finally that every day was the coldest day of the year- the smooth faced red headed boy was as much a god as you or zulu or rex-- sexy time images cleared their throat subtle and disinterested--fuck you mask man