humid grass-split operation by cerebella if i were to grow up one day i’d wanna be carrie covered in blood bath twisted into indian burial
judgement to smother a melons sandpaper-nipples into my teetsucker. by cerebella i hoarded photosynthesis without protection into my otherwise smelly box of hiding-corner today and
used-tissue pinata. by cerebella this year, tachycardia just means my forsythia is gonna bloom faster than lillian gish portraying aÂ maharajah in stop motion animation.
wait for the china to pile before i do the dishes by cerebella earthworms & their little intestinal hideouts. this is the place where brave
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jH(*Y7YTHoho. by cerebella asteroid to asteroid. the tidal foam of middle-mind disasters is ticklish. glue neverletgos peel and blacken. purple cape neck cling yellow hair
make yourself at home by cerebella the hot springs of nordic passageways will not lose their innocense, not to age, to trite loneliness, to sky
permanent markers in my soup by cerebella do you too have smallthinfragile obsessions shaped like mink coats holding hands, silently waving hello or goodbye? mink
happy birthday, universe. by cerebella happy birthday, universe. the blueberry skinned sky is poked, and dripping into china seas. sailors gape their mouths wide open.
drive yer palm into the clammy center of mine by cerebella daz gizmos, and les gadgets; ‘dent’fy ‘gizmos’, an handsom wrench ‘cyclable spoon, metaphor cereal,