Fumbling Penguin

I'm not a road designer, but damn, this thing is stable, did you know you can walk on this, probably leads to somewhere familiar, branches out, endless shadows, infinity outside the universe, dreams, what is identity, the trash, and the raccoon humping, a rotten apple, a butterfly in a cocoon, what will she be, maybe level two, tres, quatro, make a wish to a genie, three quarters, some change, some sort of beauty, so ugly, extending to the horizon, this road, goes to the same place, and you, where is the limit…

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Treasure Trail

I need it desperately, to dig into the depths, follow the lazy river South, through the tunnel, flowing through history, I need to be reminded of my humanity, a hairy bush, some juice, my hand, on some boobs, I don’t take anything seriously, a threat to my life, I see it as a play, a VHS tape, but I want to go deep, I want to love, I want to feel poison in my veins, to live with it, the cold hard truth, that I dared, and lost everything…