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vague men tied to a stake. gather round your little ones. feast your eyes. steady your arm. behold! we hit shore dragging miles of verse. poisoned food on the line, we're throwing it back. thought the meat of this kill would feed starving artists for centuries. skin him! gut him! this is not what we bargained for. he is worthless unless he is whole. make bait. food for thought. spit back every hound. spit back every hound. all that we hunt for, we are. plastic rabbits and white elephants. an unclothed singularity is the fox that the dogs couldn't reach. skin him! guy him! the contaminated repast for the head of the bachelor band. make bait. food for thought. you have no idea what you're up against. you have no idea. |
