Kaleshnikovitronicon
Ample piglord cometh
Kaleshnikovitronicon
Like a sugar sweet muscle-Jesus riding boarback
the whores back
again unsleign in the rain again
lifting reigns, spurs a digdig into magic flesh
the beast underneath no will to breathe
in the wind and air and dirt
kicked up by hooves and incessant monkey distractionisms.
Left right left right left right
all tight and white
wet tshirt skills
ample and pert-icularly high on the treasure chest
she
being a flower, alone in a field. Loveless and sad...
Spies our rampaging hero.
Kaleshnikovitronicon
Ample piglord who has an old rusty bicycle, out by the wormfarm in the garden, which he never even used. The lazy moon.
Kaleshnikovitronicon
Squeals with tons of tongues. Wheels under crusty thorax calamity.
Heavier than the spikiest death metal logo boulder.
From a time before time was ever so old
10.5.10
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