Sealing Palm

Gotta seal the road homie, as my eyes are drawn to it, the snake is already wrapping around, ready to bite, maybe another life, across the river, prevent the fruit, from entering my mouth, my lips, my teeth, so bloody, like four hours, and five guys, a baby got eaten, delivering a package, watch it, just hop in, if you don’t even look at it, life might not happen, your father fishing, a pound of fat, in the hands of Buddha, how much is that?

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Boulder

If the road is sealed, the waves will shift, the river, will find another way, on the way to the nest, a snake, looking for chicken, and honestly, it's the best a worm can ask for, struggle, bite, the holy priestess seeks a connection, so many fish, can my net catch them, if we’re being real, everything has already happened, it’s meaningless to yearn, or wish for a better world, your dad, is already fucking your sister, wine and perfume, rotten apple, smells good, like a spider egg sac, worms crawling, it’s what you've been looking for, heaven…