How To Be Lazy Writing About Poetics
As ridiculous as the dream where Rowdy Roddy Piper is telling Robert Creeley to stop making friends.
Into feelings burgled without and not-in the bounds of your Grandma's depression. Builds bleek food conspiracies into hovelable cock-eyed clinching fingers.
A man stood a bison or weathering his top-spin of simpression. Dupression. Synechdotion.
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