L I G H T S flash candy in my pants.
This is my favorite scream whirl.

I was dreaming of a number.
(#?#?#?#?#?#?#?#?#?#?#?)
You can guess.
It might be between ten and seventeen billion.
I’m so not telling.
This number smells and tastes like you
my cherished wasp sting partner in delusion.
I’ve got you pegged and tagged
and this makes me dizzier
than the flakiest zebra
on the trillionth go round.
Tomorrow I turn seventy.

C O L O R S bleed masochistic lust craze
all over beach blanket bingo.
We are out of beer.
G8.
O3.

My dog ate my ticket.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and this
is where
we puke.
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