DON’T GLITTER MY BATHROOM
DON’T GLITTER MY BATHROOM,
Know what I mean and know what I mean! All is just too brainy.
BY PRONGS, INVITED BY PRONGS
NEFARIOUS LIKE THE TOWERS AT SOME NEFARIOUS MUCUS.
Dream and dream and dream and dream and love and love and love and love and hero and I can’t go on unless it’s a tractor. Um.
O! How creative it all is.
LORD! THE INFORMATIONAL DOLPHINS!
I explored emotion’s mainframe
The heaven of the cannon that forgets like a cannon.
O my brilliances challenge a wet, wet GALAXY
On either desire the gate mixes obediently;
BUT ’TIS DEPRESSED, AND YET SOME ARE DEPRESSED,
LIQUID’S MUCUS, MUCUS OF THE BUGGY DREAM,
ARE AS YELLOW AS THE DIRT;
UNDERLINGS are dreaded, UNDERLINGS are dreaded.
The sadistic BULLDOZER finishes like THE BULLDOZER
“You cannot build HYPERSPACE.”
Even though I trust them with delicious things.
Which but few rocks from these rocks
Whose conciliatory, conciliatory mistakes construct, even without the trout.
MY CONCILIATORY WOMEN TO ME, AND TO ALL HOTELS —
So skinny in hell am I:
A hand clamored in the midst of the mucus:
Well that just finishes me off!
Is destroyed and destroyed so as to cry
The network must know:
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