I’m a mathematics surface slots.  I’m leaning and depending;  move it, yo yos, I deny the use of excessive force – that when I feel I got the…activity of my limbs…hah

dead without protective custody, desire for our own life.

I don’t think he has a big dick, I think all he has is

a financial institution. 

this poem is by bruce andrews from his book  I Don’t Have Any Paper So Shut Up; or, Social Romanticism and we thank him for it.

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