Superbowl Ring

Is sex not violence, it’s a matter of degrees, softly, softly baby, it’s sore, do it gently, like a pillow, a religious man, avoiding insects, my father was a careful man…

Chapter Three

My faith, my deep, ardent belief, is that as people, we are simply containers, for ghosts and spirits, we yearn, and we dream, make a contract, get a tattoo, apply cream, gentleness, free spirits, and violence, you could get a corporate gig, suburban neighborhood, a family, it would be a great way to live, eat enough steak, and you may hunger for it, more power, drink some water, eat a salad, smoke a cigarette, love and romance, a hero on a journey, brunette with glasses, can he make it, next step, next step, architecture, I didn’t build the roads, or the rooms, we’re able to fit in, a lily pad, a frog, I wish I was a bumblebee, the river is stained with blood, what’s left for me, we’re eaten, we free ourselves from this prison, and flow freely, a grave, dead poet, he should have had more discipline, white-haired swordsman, willing to be a care-free virgin…

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