A plan for produce

Another joyless orgasm. This is getting dark. Another crooked cigarette Lights without a spark.

I’d stay another hour But I can’t find my shoes. Bacon, eggs, a shower.
Firecracker fuse.

Why do we do this? Why don’t we stop? Don’t make her cry. Her fathers’ a cop.

A fetish for sweaters. Amputees delight. Can’t really say why But I know that she’s right.

Waiting for my masterpiece To finally finish me. Balance blush trophy case. Let’s wait and see.

A Santa Fe staircase. A beautiful ribbon of wood. Nobody’s getting up there. One man thought he could.

A Robot!! No, a Robot with a gun. The one with the guy, You know the one.

Flowers? But they just die. Nice smells for a while. A pretty goodbye.

The only way out Is the way we came in. Best tie your boots And wipe off your chin.

You are what you eat. I never ate much. A lot of red meat. Potatoes and such.

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