A
Style.
How
It Was Created In A Soupy Cauldron Stir W/The Stellars And The Dust
And
The Complicated Spit.
And
Observed With A Palpitating Intent From The Unraveling Galaxies Which Skirt
Around
The
N5umb39rs Bend .
They
Check Us Out With Their Magnified Lupas.
Looking
Through The Other Eyeball Down Direct To The Self And The Marrow ~ Yours ‘N
Mine.
In
Form And Overseeing They Seem.
Hangers-On
For The Free Flow But Mostly The “Cool” Overflow They Are.
Yours
‘N Mine.
A
Style.
How
It Feeds On Itself And Creates The Neurotic Masses And Their Tropically Tanned
$1,000 Whores.
Hail!
To The Cigarette Case ~ The Cheap Spirit You Crave.
The
Lioness Making The Swirl When She Looks Away ~ Oh! The Female Myrrh.
The
Glance/Glans That Eternally Stands For Eros.
The
Sweet Butterscotch That Is
Vagina In The Porno-Copious Mix Of Bleached Techno-Pop And Clever Tongue
Lashings.
% Clever Girl
%
The
Style.
Victor Millan
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