8/24/2017 0 Comments Poetry by dance mckobball but fungal remains i have nightmares soiled structures and scream things mushrooms crushed under moonlight mysteries and sharp teeth treaties that pave way towards a pallid prelude one where i am shaking tongue crying at war with a wake-up call and thrown into a reality dreamt up from a red wine dynasty in which my ankles render me immobile where i know deep down to put the pastry in the back of my head in a hiding place where my fingers would snap if in close proximity or cast the soda into this proverbial shipwreck without a captain to care kraken coils choking the little life i had left there were crumbs created in my character bits of bread designed in my name carbs becoming the product of god and this cushioned vessel cradles my ass better than any man could appreciate outside is a mostly unknown episode one i'm rarely seen on if there wasn't any pain there'd be acknowledgement and i'm not sure which is worse but i'm a better man now just because and nothing more Bio: dance mckobb is an existential crisis corps an endless idea don't think about it too much lest we recruit you
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